#stainedsheets

You and Max were in line to order fruit smoothies, as was your post-yoga class tradition. You looked at your friend and noticed that she was already holding her bank card, poised to use it.

“Hold up. You drive and I get the smoothies, that’s the deal.” You said, reaching for her wrist.

“Right, it’s not a law, it’s a deal. Those can change and I don’t mind it changing now that you aren’t getting the same income as before.” She said.

“I still have money. Damiano doesn’t just send me out into the world with nothing to my name.” You said. “I can afford a couple of drinks, hun.”

A strange look came onto her face as you were speaking, her eyes slightly narrowed as if she was trying to figure something out. “So, does he give you an allowance or something?”

You couldn’t help but smirk a little as the two of you followed the stranger in front, taking another step toward the counter. “You shouldn’t ask questions that you don’t wanna know the answers to.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Oh my God, he does.”

Instead of giving her any response, you took up the position at the front of the line. You told the cashier which drink you wanted, then prompted Max to do the same. The payment was taken from your bank card.

Then the two of you stepped to the side, out of the way as you waited for the drinks to be made. She still had a look of disbelief on her face and it was amusing for you to imagine what she was thinking up. You felt very interesting and worth curiosity right now.

“How long has he been giving you an allowance?” She asked, thankfully keeping her voice down.

“Well, first things first- we don’t refer to it like that. But there is a system we have that goes with the dynamic of our play.”

“Wow, I had no idea.” She said and you were grateful for the lack of disgust in her facial expression. It was all just reaffirming the kind of friend you regarded her as.

“We’re not exactly advertising it. How could you know?”

“I shouldn’t be surprised by your kinkiness. I’ve seen the hickeys on your body- all over your body. I’ve seen his screenname pop up when you’ve been showing me stuff on your phone, I know it’s daddy. And obviously I’ve heard those horny lyrics he sings.” She summarised.

Before you could confirm or deny any of these things, the worker called your name. You approached the counter and were handed two large cups.

You had already begun sipping on your walk back to where Max’s car was parked.

“I just want you to know that I don’t judge you.” She suddenly said. “In fact, I think a lot of people would envy your position.”

“My position? Walking to your car?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes. “You have a man that adores you and wants to take care of you. He matches your kinkiness and just wants to nurture you. He’s always got your back, it’s really special, it’s fucking rare.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky.” You said.

Over the past two months, Damiano providing wholly for you had been becoming the regular. Most days neither of you acknowledged it.

But this different perspective served as a reminder that this set up wasn’t the typical, it was more interesting than that. You remembered how exciting it all was.

*** *** ***

The sound of Damiano’s voice quickly followed you hearing the door open then shut. “Meow?”

You smiled as you responded with your own cat sound. “Mi-raow.”

You stayed where you were lying on the sofa, just lowering your phone. You couldn’t stand to look at the Duolingo screen for any longer, anyway. You weren’t confident that all of the English words you had just learnt were still going to be in your head when you awoke the next morning. Your boyfriend returning from the recording studio was a very welcome distraction.

He came into view, his energy hadn’t come into the room first. You anticipated a relaxed night as he walked around the sofa. He got closer, but he didn’t take up one of the armchairs. He also didn’t sit on an available spot on the sofa.

Instead he started to climb on top of you, sighing with effort during the process. You put your phone on the ground so you could wrap your arms around him. You shared some brief kisses as he got comfortable lying like this.

“How was your day, baby?” You asked once he had stopped shifting to settle into this position.

“Planning a running order of songs is hard.” He said, holding his head up with a fist propped under his chin.

“It’s still stressing you?” You asked and he nodded. “You’re overthinking it.”

He sighed. “I know but torturing myself is too much fun, why would I ever stop?”

You tried to soothe him, easing his hair back from his brow. “I could help. Do you wanna show me what you’ve got right now?”

It was a secret that you had, one of a small group who knew every detail about the solo album he was working on. You had heard all of the songs (sometimes as early as him singing to himself during a cigarette).

It was a big deal, a radical deviation from what he had been doing as part of Måneskin for so long. All of the decisions were solely his and he felt the responsibility of that each step of this journey. He was doing everything in his power to make it perfect, it had to match the visions in his mind. There were many things he had gotten to perfect, but the record’s tracklisting wasn’t one.

“As much as I know you would be helpful, so helpful, pet- I literally cannot stand having to think about this album for another second today.” He said. “It’s just this flood of ideas and deadlines and I have so many decisions to finalise, I can’t even count how many-...”

You shushed him, caressing the sides of his face. “It’s okay, I get it, Dami. You want to just turn your brain off now that you’re home.” He nodded and you kissed him. “We can do that.”

“Perfect, do you wanna tell me about your day?” He asked. “You went to yoga with Max, right?”

“Yeah, actually she…” You trailed off, giggling as the decision to tell him came to you. “She had this idea that you give me an allowance.”

“Allowance?” He repeated, beginning to smile. “No, you earn your pay cheques from Kinky Kittens LLC, like a good, productive girl.”

“Exactly.” You said.

He rubbed his thumb across your lower lip. “And you corrected her?”

“Yeah, I told her that we don’t call it that.” You said.

“Did that embarrass you, knowing she thought you were the kind of submissive slut who only gets money by sucking cock?” He asked.

You held his eye as you kissed his thumb. “Why would that embarrass me? In fact, it’s the opposite: I’m proud to be your slutty fucktoy.”

“I know you are.” He said and the smile on his face had gotten bigger.

He kissed you, indulging longer than before. You wrapped your arms around him as you felt his tongue starting to tease at your lips. The pressure of his body on top of yours got more noticeable, feeling slightly different.

“I bet you looked really good doing your yoga.” He said, pausing to pepper quick kisses onto your lips.

“Maybe I did.” You said.

“How about you show me a new pose that you learnt today?” He asked.

“I can demonstrate but I don’t know if I’m a good instructor.” You said.

“I don’t need to be instructed, I’m just gonna be admiring.” He said.

He gave you another kiss before he began to sit up, transferring his body weight off of you. You knew that he wasn’t being literal, it didn’t matter when you had learnt the specific pose. So, as you were getting up, you compiled a mental list of what you thought the sexiest poses were. You were still wearing your yoga clothes, so his view of your body’s positioning would be relatively unobscured. He laid on his side, ready to watch.

You got down onto the ground, facing him as you sat on the rug. “Have you ever tried the happy baby pose?” You started to lean back. “It’s amazing for opening up your hips and all the muscles in that area.”

“Are you saying my hips are closed?” He asked.

You laid down, your back flat on the ground. “I would have to be an instructor to make a call like that. All I’m saying is this pose is great.”

You bent your knees and brought them up, hovering above your chest. You lifted your feet, the soles facing up to the ceiling. You moved your knees apart, to hip-width.

As you settled into this position, you looked down at him. The tight fabric was conformed to the shape of your crotch and his eyes were on your pussy. You wondered what thoughts were filling his head. The stretching relaxed your muscles, but you were feeling a different kind of warmth through your body than had been present during class.

“And then I can do this, which is quite fun.” You said as you grabbed the outer sides of your feet. You gently moved them side-to-side, like the wipers on the windshield of a car.

He got up to join you, placing his hands to your feet too. He helped you rock from one side to the other. “I don’t have to ask why it’s called a happy baby pose. I think I know of a way to turn this into ecstatic for my baby.” He kept you in this peaceful motion. “That would involve my tongue and you wearing no pants.”

“Hey, you’re not an instructor either.” You said, barely maintaining your balance as you started to sit up. “Besides, there’s more poses I wanted to show you.”

He let go of your feet. “Alright, keep going then, pet.”

You started to reposition, rolling onto your tummy. “This isn’t another happy pose, but it’s similar in that it’s another baby.” You stretched your legs out behind you. “This is baby cobra.”

You kept your legs and hips on the rug as you raised your torso. You arched your back more than you usually would, ensuring he noticed your ass (if he wasn’t already doing so). You extended your neck, bracing yourself with your hands on the ground.

“Make sure you look at it from more than one angle. I want you to see how good my form is.” You said.

You had pushed your shoulders back further, holding them firm as you kept your chest proudly out. This was stiffer than you would hold yourself in an actual class and you thought you might pay for the tension if you stayed like this for too long.

But it was worth it to see the impressed expression on his face as he looked you over. His eyes lingered as he noticed how this position highlighted certain areas of your body.

From your current perspective he looked even taller than usual. This made more heat rush through your system, bringing more colour to your face.

“You make a very good snake.” He said.

“Thank you and from here I can show you how good your kitty is at cat pose.” You said.

“I’ve never heard of cat pose. But I’m really excited to see it.” He said as you started to reposition.

You extended your arms fully and moved to securely plant your knees on the rug. You rounded your back and tucked your chin down. You didn’t tuck your tailbone as much as you ordinarily would, still prioritising for your ass to entice him.

You watched his feet (your only indication of his reaction, thanks to your limited view of the room). He slowly walked around, taking the time to consider other angles.

“Are you sure this is the cat one?” He asked. “Because I’m hearing a distinct lack of meows.”

“Mur-aow, meow.” You vocalised, smiling to yourself.

“Oh, uh-huh, now I get it. That’s a good cat pose, the best I’ve ever seen.” He said.

You continued to meow, each of your noises sounding happy. The blood was pumping through you faster and you enjoyed the feeling of your spine loosening.

Under different circumstances these sensations would have been relaxing you quite thoroughly. But this invigorating energy was leading you to something different than relaxation.

“Cat pose leads nicely into downward dog…” You said, straightening your knees and walking your feet forward a couple of little paces.

“I know downward dog.” He said.

“I’m sure you do.” You said as you moved your body to form an upside down V.

You felt the pleasing stretch in your hamstrings. You were secure and firm in this position, certain you could remain like this for as long as it amused him.

He took slow steps around your rigid body, his eyes free to explore. “You don’t have to bark or anything, I believe this is the dog pose.”

“Okay, that’s good ‘cause I don’t know what my skills in barking are like.” You said.

His fingers brushed across your lower back, finding the spot where your shirt had lifted up, exposing skin. “You’re the perfect kitten, I don’t need you to be anything else.”

You agreed with a meow. With your head down, you could only see his feet and only when he stood in certain spots. But you did your best to keep track of him, watching as he walked to stand behind your legs.

“You’re really giving me a lot to admire, babygirl.” He said and you saw him stop walking, appearing that he was content to stop here.

You felt him move closer, but you weren’t ready for what he did next. He grabbed the waistband of your tight pants and underwear, swiftly giving them a tug. You giggled in response to this threat to your form, your feet and hands dragging about an inch along the ground.

But you didn’t let this break your pose, immediately adapting with an adjustment of your limbs. He wasn’t done, working the clothing down until your butt was totally exposed. He got the material around your thighs, then let go.

“Does my form still look good?” You asked.

“Oh, it’s flawless.” He said and you could feel him leaning closer, more of his body heat touching your bare skin. “But I can’t help myself, this ass is just too perfect.”

He laid a kiss upon one of the cheeks and placed his hands at your hips. You felt more kisses and soon they started to linger. The mood in the room was shifting and some butterflies fluttered around in your tummy.

Holding this stance didn’t feel as simple as before. Especially when he parted his lips to drag his tongue along your skin.

You shouldn’t have been surprised when he pressed his teeth against you. But it made you flinch, your chest expanding around a new noise, one that was more unique. The pinching sensation on your ass set your heart beating faster.

Then he started to suck, bringing your flesh into his mouth. Your thighs were trembling and your knees didn’t feel as strong as before. You felt a mixture of his lips, teeth and tongue.

“I gotta mark this as my property.” He said during a brief pause of his sucking.

“It’s your property, Daddy.” You said.

“Damn right.” He replied before returning his mouth to your skin.

As he continued creating the hickey, you had to concentrate on how your weight was distributed through this stance. You felt how your limbs wobbled, how they wanted to go weak.

He pulled back from you with a gasp. “I don’t think a hickey is gonna be enough. I’m gonna go get something, you can stop doing your yoga right now. But I want you to stay on the ground and stay facing down.”

As he left the living room, you gently brought yourself out of downward facing dog, more of your body moving to the ground. You were rewarded with a greater sense of relaxation. You sat with your chest low to the rug, waiting for him without checking back over your shoulder.

“Are you too tired after all of that yoga, or can you get onto all fours for me? You don’t have to impress me with your form or anything, and I’m not gonna make you hold it for ages.” He said once he had returned to the room.

You returned your palms to the ground. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

As you started to move, you made sure to keep your face turned away, determined to not spoil his surprise. You put yourself into a less extended position, feeling more steady as a result.

Your only guess for what he was about to do was that he would still be concentrating on your ass. So you pushed that up, keeping some tension in your back for that purpose.

He sat down behind you and he wiped at the spot where he had been sucking at your skin, collecting up the left behind saliva.

It made sense when the next thing you felt was something small but firm moving against your butt - he was writing on you. You prioritised obedience over burning curiosity. You tried to follow his strokes mentally rather than checking back over your shoulder.

He dragged the marker to create a long line, which you noticed was going in the direction of your asscrack. He lifted the texta to reposition, drawing an arrow at the end of this line.

Next he moved to the other cheek and you felt him writing more letters. You didn’t know the specific words he was writing, but you felt confident that you could guess the theme of it. He made another arrow, it pointed to your asshole as well.

“Yes, that is mine.” He said, taking the marker away from your skin. “Now you really look like a slutty fucktoy.”

You bent your elbows and leaned forward, taking your shoulders down to the rug. You pushed your ass up even higher and gave it a little wiggle, even though you didn’t think extra effort to entice him further was needed (if there was a quota, you had already hit it).

“Are you ready to act like one for Daddy?” He asked.

You worked to wiggle your butt faster, the cheeks bouncing. “Always.”

He hummed his approval then placed a hand to your ass and you took this as encouragement to stop. As you held yourself still again, you realised that there was a noticeably sweeter scent in the air.

Before you could start to figure out the source, you were distracted by a pressure at your anus. Your heart instantly jumped up higher in your chest as the surprise made it feel like everything else in the room froze. You felt him start to push the smooth and firm object into you, working within your thresholds.

As the pleasure rose up, you had a realisation - that new scent was lubricant. He had disappeared off to the bedroom to get lube and one of the buttplugs. Whether or not this had been his plan all along didn’t matter so much.

Your concentration expanded when he placed the hand unoccupied by the plug to your cunt. He rubbed his fingers against your folds and a new feeling of weakness came into your knees.

“You’ve gotten so good at this, I don’t even have to remind you to take deep breaths during anymore.” He said in a tone that managed to be both proud and mocking at the same time.

You nodded, temporarily taking stock of the ease you had gained around anal penetration, purely thanks to his guidance. “Yeah, because I learnt and sometimes I like being comfortable when I’m getting fucked.”

“As comfortable as I allow.” He said, less mocking for this serious statement.

“Yes, Master.”

He changed how his hand was held over your pussy, allowing him to touch between your folds. He started to lightly fondle your clitoral hood, not yet giving you the kind of pressure that could drive you wild. But it was a thoroughly enjoyable escalation, inviting more butterflies into your tummy.

From the stretch of your hole, you guessed the plug to be about halfway in. This was when he began to move it, thrusting it back-and-forth. He picked up this enticing tempo with how he was rubbing your clitoris. You depended on the floor for support even more, becoming dominated by these sensations.

“Fuck.” You whispered upon having your latest inhale derailed by a powerful shiver.

But your breathing didn’t matter so much anymore, the plug was in and he knew how to keep working it in your lubricated hole. The pleasure was all mixing together, filling you with tingles that were getting more noticeable.

“You showed me yours before, but how is my form, baby?” He asked.

“It’s the best.” You breathed.

“Yeah, you like how I’m fucking your ass?” He asked.

You rocked your body weight towards him a little more, feeling your hole fill up more. “Mm-hmm, that plug feels so good.”

“Oh, that’s not a plug.” He casually said.

You raised your head, feeling instantly confused. You knew the object in your hole wasn’t any part of him, it was too extraordinarily smooth for that. You were certain it matched the feel of a plug’s tapered tip.

You twisted your neck around, your body moving into a new shape as you tried to see what he was using. You were still sure that you were going to see an anal plug.

But then you saw what his fingers were actually wrapped around. Your heart skipped and your lips parted before you were ready to say any words.

The marker that he had used to write on you, was now plunged into your butt. He worked the thin object back-and-forth with an amused smile on his face.

“Fucking Hell, Damiano.” You said with a sigh.

“What?” He replied, stilling the marker for now. “Do you want me to take it out? ‘Cause I can.”

“No, I just…” You trailed off, letting your head slump forwards again. “You always find a way to really surprise me. But it’s- yeah, it feels very, very good.”

He resumed pumping the texta in your ass. “Mm-hmm, I can tell it feels good. ‘Cause it’s making your perfect pussy so wet. I could probably just slide straight in, all the way in.”

You moaned as more pleasure effortlessly rushed through your system. “You can, Daddy.”

“Yeah.” He said, quitting rubbing your cunt, even though it had been making you feel so good. Then he took the texta out of your ass altogether. “You know what, that’s exactly what Daddy’s gonna do.” He grabbed your hip and you felt him move closer. “I had a long fucking day. Enough waiting. I’m gonna use this pussy to get myself some fuckin’ bliss, right now.”

You clenched your hands into fists as you tried to prepare yourself. But the impact his dick had on you still made you loudly whimper, voicing wordless pleas.

He rocked back a little on his knees, then slammed himself into you, moving deeper with no hesitation. Your heart did an excited somersault in your chest as you had a moment of being daunted by all of this intensity.

But you tried to push through that feeling quickly because you knew you could take more. And you wanted to take more. You drew in a series of deep breaths, feeling yourself starting to adjust, even as he commenced swinging his hips. It seemed that he was testing his range of motion, rather than instantly establishing a reckless pace. You took this chance to prepare for what you knew was to come next.

“This is what I needed.” He said as he began to move with more consistency. “How does my fucktoy fix every bad mood by just getting underneath me?”

You weren’t sure the exact answer he was looking for. And it got a lot harder to think of one when he returned his fingers to your clitoris. He treated it to some swirls, yet to give the hood too much pressure, still. But it encouraged more blood into this area, increasing your sensitivities.

“Don’t you wanna know what I wrote on your ass?” He asked.

“Of course I do.” You said. “Please tell me, please.”

“This one…” He indicated that he was referring to the left cheek by smacking the palm of his hand against it, a couple of sharp blows to really get your attention. “...says daddy’s hole.”

Imagining how his degrading branding looked on your skin added heat to the flames of arousal already raging inside of you. You hoped he would let you see it later. Maybe it was worth capturing with the Polaroid camera.

“And this one…” A loud clap was added to his sentence when he spanked the right side of your butt. Then he pinched the cheek, hard. You had to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from making any sounds that could interrupt what he was saying. “...says property of…” To emphasize his words, he pinched your ass again. “...daddy only.”

He stopped pinching you so that he could give your butt another powerful slap. A jolt rushed through your system, followed by so many of your muscles clenching in your anticipation.

“Isn’t that right?” He asked, going back to moving his fingers against your clitoris.

You couldn’t help whimpering before you answered. “Yes, yes, yes, you fucking own me, Daddy.”

You liked the sound of these helpless but honest words. It seemed that he liked them too. Because quickly after you had said it, you gained the reward of him setting into a faster rhythm.

You arched your back, receiving the power of his confident thrusts. But as you felt their widespread (and deep) effects, you couldn’t move your body with his. You were barely hanging onto your composure, so you needed the fleeting recovery time that separated one strike from the next.

“Showing off your holes got you really worked up, huh? You’re already gripping me so damn tight. Did I make you this needy?” He asked.

“Yes, you always do.” You said, forcing your head up so that your words were more likely to be heard. “Being owned by you-... mmn, makes me wanna come.”

He instantly reacted by leaning forward to wrap his fingers around the front of your neck. “Not ‘til I say.”

You whined pathetically, feeling the quivers that were affecting you at the core. “Will you let me soon?”

“Soon.” He echoed.

But there was nothing in his tone to reassure you. “Please, I don’t know how long I can hold off.”

He tightened his grip around your throat. “I decide how long you hold that orgasm back.”

With each new pound from his dick, your desperation grew. But you didn’t resist this side of you. Instead you indulged and let it guide you.

“Please, please…” You whimpered as you tilted your pelvis. You gained more pressure from the finger on your clitoral hood, which wasn’t going to help with recomposing yourself.

“Come on, I’ve gotta do more than just get my dick wet.” He said.

“Please, please, I need to come for you, Damiano.” You said.

He made a noise similar to a growl, then you were being yanked upwards. His hand remained on your neck as he pulled you to sit up with him. His dick slid from its wonderfully deep spot, but your walls clung to the inches still inside.

“What was that? You ‘need’ to come?” He asked, sounding annoyed, but still restrained. “Silly kitty, no, you don’t. I decide when and how you come. Don’t act like you dont know all of this, ‘cause if I have to repeat myself one…”

You gave a little cry when he surprised you by following this word up with a spank to your swollen clitoris. Your inner-walls spasmed around him as you were stunned by all of this.

“...more…” He continued, pausing to give your clitoris another slap. “...time, then you will be writing lines for me, a lot of them. And you’ll be sleeping on the floor with nothing more than your yoga mat. You got that?”

You nodded instantly, lowering your chin as much as was possible with his hand still at your throat. “Yes Master, yes.”

“Now I’m gonna correct you and tell you that what you need to do is quit whining and listen to me, okay?” He asked as he relaxed his hold on your neck. “Lie down, your back on the floor this time.”

You didn’t hesitate, turning yourself around and lowering your body to the floor. There were no hints of a smile on his face anymore, his eyes were locked on you and every move you made. You accepted the challenge of finding what it took to get him smiling again. You spread your legs, placing your feet on either side of the spot where he sat in front of you.

“I feel like we’ve barely fucking started…” He said, shifting forward to fill more of the space between your thighs. “And so soon you want to come? Did all of that yoga get your blood pumping, but just to one spot?”

“I guess so.” You said, smiling eagerly, even though you weren’t certain what he was going to do next.

“Poor little babygirl, just needs to come so bad.” He said and you were nodding as he laid a hand upon your upper-thigh. “You could probably come right fuckin’ now.”

“Probably.” You agreed before rushing to add more and hopefully appease him. “But only with your permission.”

“Much better.” He said.

He placed his unoccupied hand to your cunt, instantly progressing to parting your folds and revealing a clear path to your clitoral hood. His eyes took in this sight and your anticipation left you trembling all over.

He began by pressing his thumb to the hood, slowly manipulating it in a series of swirls. You let out a shaky exhale as you felt how receptive your body was to him immediately.

You let all of your thoughts drift away, not letting yourself get slowed down by plans of what you would do when he stopped. There was a wonderful warmth radiating out from your tummy and the tingles in your body grew more noticeable.

“Mm, feels good.” You said and your eyes shut as more sensitivities rose up.

“Yeah, so good that you could come?” He asked.

“I- well, not from just this, probably not. But if you, you know, mixed it up or added more, it would definitely…”

You got distracted from finishing your sentence when he switched from his thumb, his index finger working on your clit. He used this in an up-and-down motion, going faster and pressing harder. You flinched, having to hold yourself back from the way your hips automatically wanted to buck up in response.

“Mix it up like this?” He asked.

“Daddy.” You whined. “Yes, mix it up like that, just like that.”

You clenched your hands into shaky fists and made a lacklustre attempt at filling your lungs. You were trying to find the strength you knew it would take to resist the pull of your orgasm. It wasn’t easy, especially not now that the tingles in your system had progressed to something similar to fireworks in a night sky.

“Be a good girl.” He said, slowing his finger but pressing just as firmly. “No coming ’til I say.”

The heat that was spreading under your skin now felt as hot as lava, filling every bit of you. All you could think about was the orgasm and how you knew it would complete you at once.

He extended one of his fingers down, bringing it to your attention when he pushed it into your cunt. He went about an inch inside, holding the digit there as he continued working his other finger on your clit. Then his available hand went to your throat, holding you down to the ground in this way.

You were trapped, so much of your power was taken from you and he kept stripping off more. You rode one intense sensation after the other, daunted but still facing more.

“Be a good girl.” He commanded. “Show me how good you can be.”

It didn’t matter how hard you tried to hold onto it, your control was fleeing. You felt how close to the orgasm you were and your body was already reacting with excitement fitting to this climax. You couldn’t stop trembling and your hips were stuttering wildly.

“Please…” You strained to get the word out, your throat clenching of its own accord.

You didn’t get the chance to snap. Instead the whole world froze when he took his hand away from your cunt. The only sound to reach your ears were your useless gasps for air as you lay reeling for the moment.

“See?” He said and you opened your eyes to find him hovering over you. “I told you that you didn’t need to come.”

Your breathing and heart rate started to even out. You wiped a hand across your face as you hoped for your thoughts to start returning to normal too.

“Aw, was that too much for my kitten?” He asked.

“No, I can take it.” You said, opening your eyes to look at him again.

“Is that a fact?” He asked.

All of the energy in your body needed to go somewhere and you were enjoying the buzz given to you. You were embracing how out of control you felt.

You repositioned your legs, wrapping them around his waist. “Do you want me to show you how much more I can take?”

He took his hand off of your neck. “You don’t have to try to show off, you’ve already impressed me.”

“I’m not.” You said firmly. “I’m just not done. Are you?”

His cheek began to lift into a smile. “Absolutely not.”

You squeezed your legs tighter around him as he leaned down, his hand caressing your face. Your lips met and as you kissed him back, you felt his body weight pressing down onto you.

It was effortless the way that he slipped inside of you - a couple of adjustments, then the pleasure was being freely shared.

Your pleasure rushed back into you. Fever pitch was awaiting you, it would be impossible to not pick up exactly where you left off, and so it was your body that started moving first.

But he was swift to join you, rocking his hips to meet your thrusts with confidence. It made your heart lift and beat harder. You were feeling dazzled by this intimacy and your reactions were coming right from your core.

Relatively quickly, he took the lead by going faster than you. Your efforts went to matching him, working your hips as quickly as you could, giving no time to recovery. You sucked on his lower lip as you felt yourself getting lost in this pace.

Between your sensitive walls, his cock kept plunging so deep and the sensations this caused had your body in the near-constant grip of shockwaves. You couldn’t relax, always feeling something more intense dawning.

His tongue lapped across your lip before he pulled back, letting you hear how short his breathing had become. Then you heard his strained voice.

“You don’t have to hold it back anymore.”

“Yes.” You said with a heavy exhale, smiling.

It was like a precursor to your release as you let all of that tension leave your body. You were thrilled that you got to stop resisting, now it was just you facing the overwhelming sensations.

The movements of your body became truly unpredictable as you gave into your crazed desires. It wasn’t about meeting the consistent rutting of his hips anymore, now you were moving purely because each movement brought such a wonderful reward. With your back arched, you were spasming up and into him.

Having him crash into your sweet spot stunned you on a greater level. The lava in your veins was burning you, inviting you to entirely fall apart, even when his momentum drew him away.

He drove into the spot again, bringing a choked sob from you. His hands went to your back, holding you close as he lingered for a moment longer.

“Pet…” He breathed, feeling the needy clenching of your cunt and how it wasn’t losing strength.

His cock pumped forward again, delivering him directly to your g-spot and the release flooded you, on every possible level. The involuntary spasming and clenching that your pussy responded with brought him towards his own release. As you fell victim to the most powerful tremors, he started to unload into you.

You stopped moving at once, too overwhelmed to maintain any kind of motion. His stamina dropped, but he was still sort of in his tempo. If only for a little while, working himself to a stop.

He held himself slightly above you, with both of his hands braced on the rug. Your bodies remained connected as you each tried to catch your breath.

You slowly gathered yourself together enough to take notice of your surroundings again. He made the careful moves to climb off of you, sitting on the ground next to you and going no further. You rolled onto your side, facing him so that you could watch him when you bothered to open your eyes.

You saw how rapidly his chest was rising-and-falling before he spoke. “Cazzo, that got so intense so fast. I didn’t expect to come so soon.” He lifted a hand to hold his forehead. “I think I’m dizzy…”

“Is that in a good way?” You asked.

He instantly looked at you and gave your hip a reassuring caress. “Yes, that was so so so good for me, baby.”

“Me too.” You said with a smile. “I hope that you don’t make me regret saying this later, but for all of the fucking teasing that you put me through, what I get in the end is always worth the wait.”

He returned your smile as he leaned down, giving you a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He stayed close, his breath still on your skin. “How do you feel? Other than feeling that was worth the waiting.”

“I feel great. But, I’m more than ready to get up from the ground.” You said, already making a mental list of more comfortable places to be located.

He sprang into action instantly, repositioning to something more upright so that he could help you get up. “Of course. So what’s your typical wind-down after yoga?”

“Nothing fuckin’ like that.” You said, laughing.

“No, obviously.” He said, getting to his feet and lifting you up too. “I was more meaning if there was something we could base the aftercare around.”

“Well not really.” You said. “But I can think of something from the menu…”

For some reason you hadn’t let go of his hands yet. So the two of you were standing close together and holding hands - almost as if you had forgotten how to be separate.

He had started to look at you with a renewed sense of concentration. “Can you hear how hard I’m wishing for you to pick a shower?”

“Huh?” It took you a second to realise that he was referring to trying to send you a message telepathically. “Oh, yeah, if that’s what you wanna do, then it’s fine with me. You know that you can pick the kind of aftercare you want too, right? You’re just as entitled to it as I am.”

“Am I also entitled to compensation?” He asked.

“You may be.” You teased.

You went into the bathroom together and he pointed for you to look at your bare ass in the mirror. You inspected his handiwork in the reflection, finding that most of the ink was still intact. Even though you were seeing the image reversed, it still looked good to you. You thought about making a joke about copying him and getting something tattooed on your butt.

But then it was time to get in the shower. He helped you wash the ink off of your skin, playing at how much time he needed to spend soaping your butt. There was no more pinching or striking, now his touches were gentle and massaging.

The two of you talked your way through the scene you had just shared. He had praise for you and you told him the sexiest things he had said. He checked that you were actually okay with the surprise of the marker. You affirmed you were, reassuring there hadn’t been much discomfort.

Tangents arose and you talked about other things. He didn’t bring up the troublesome tracklisting or anything else that may have been bothering him earlier. When you climbed into bed, he seemed just as relaxed as you, falling asleep first.

»»————-　♡　————-««  

You weren’t sure if America was ever truly going to feel anything like home, or just like the brief stay in an ongoing trip. Every effort had been made to turn the house you and Damiano were renting into a personalised and comfortable home. It wasn’t supposed to resemble the suite of a hotel because its purpose was more than that.

You could definitely relax there and it felt like you added more of yourself to it frequently. The bathroom now had the scent of your favourite Lush items. In the kitchen you had organised everything to your logic. There were a lot of items that were exact duplicates of what filled your permanent home in Italy.

This was the case for almost every sex toy in the house. Late one night, the two of you had created a complete list of every device that you owned, taking stock of the private collection. Then you had ticked off the accessories that had taken the journey with you, already in the new house. From there, you had discussed which toys you would definitely need access to regularly. Some things had been crossed off the list due to a lack of urgency to use them.

He had made sure to take a night off so you could go to the adult shop together. Working off a list of what you needed had made it feel a little like grocery shopping. But with far more opportunities for fun - each of you letting your interest wander to new, sometimes completely unknown, toys.

He had been the first to add devices to your cart that weren’t mentioned on the list. Without a word, he had deposited a bright blue dildo and a harness that fit around the hips.

You had just smiled as heat rushed your tummy. You hadn't asked him questions or made any comments about this. Because the gesture was enough for you. You appreciated that he was trying for you, willing to step out of his comfort zone to give the lead to you - even if only a little

He had instantly progressed to giving his attention to the wide range of lubricants and you had gone along with him. Upon returning to the apartment, the dildo and its harness had been packed away in a secret spot in your bedroom. The majority of the night’s purchases had been stored straight away as well.

Some of the toys had come out of this stash in the month since your shopping venture. But the strap-on wasn’t one of these.

There were days when you wondered about it. Other days when pegging felt like a fixation. But you always kept it to yourself. He was already well aware of your interest and anything more would be the pressuring you needed to avoid.

Today wasn’t one of the days where the activity dominated your thoughts. Currently you weren’t thinking about it at all. You were just enjoying starting up with your boyfriend as you laid in bed together, no plans to keep you from each other. You were the big spoon, one of your arms reached across him so you could hold onto his erection. You were consistently stroking it as you alternated between whispering in his ear and kissing the side of his neck. Even though you weren’t being touched, you were getting steadily wetter in your panties. He was allowing you to rock your hips with him, subtly grinding on his ass as his desires kept him from lying entirely still.

It didn’t matter to you that the rhythm was inconsistent. You liked how the motion felt and combined with the sounds he was making, you experienced the excitement of working toward the same goal as him.

You weren’t only focused on the ending, but you knew you would be able to find fulfilling satisfaction no matter what he decided the conclusion would be. You smelled his sweat and you could taste him on your lips, even when you weren’t kissing him.

You felt him lean more of his body weight against you as you heard him make a few unsuccessful attempts to catch his breath.

“Do you wan’...?” He began before falling into a brief silence, possibly trying to compose himself. “Do you wanna peg me?”

Your eyes flashed open. You saw that he was smiling as you tried to wrap your mind around this. You were totally unprepared - maybe this was how he had felt upon your first mention of it.

“Really? You want to?” You asked, lifting your head from the pillow so you could get a clearer view of his face.

“Yeah, I think we should… we need to just try it, right.” He said.

You let go of his dick as you swooped down to capture a kiss from him. “Totally, yes. I definitely want to.”

“Well, go and get the stuff.” He said.

You sat up and collected a tissue for your hand. He remained exactly where he was, relaxed while you were getting to your feet. Your mind was rushed by the thoughts that you had been trying to resist.

You went to the large chest of draws, your hand going to the third compartment from the top. Amongst the rest of the collection you found these toys that were still in their bulky packaging. You tucked them under one arm and reached back in for a bottle of lube.

“Baby, I’m really happy that you trust me with this.” You said.

“Of course I trust you.” He said easily. “I trust you like I’ve never trusted anyone else. It’s just completely natural at this point.”

You stood at the end of the bed, letting the items drop to the available space on the mattress. You began with the harness, quickly realising that you wouldn’t be able to get through the thick plastic without help. You grabbed scissors from your bedside draw, cutting away the packaging.

“I can’t guarantee that I’m gonna be very good at this. I really don’t know how much I’ll be able to take.” He said. “I want this fantasy to play out perfectly for you, but realistically speaking here…”

You nodded your head as you were finally able to pull the adjustable straps free. “I know, that’s why we have the safeword. And obviously I’ll understand if you need to use it.”

“I just don’t want you to feel disappointed or think it’s a failure if it doesn’t go exactly how you were hoping it would.” He said. “Have fun with it as it is.”

You showed him a reassuring smile. “I will. Don’t worry. I’ll keep my expectations totally managed.”

After turning the limp harness around in your hands failed to give you a clear idea of how to put it on, you progressed to opening the dildo instead. You removed it, considering its length as you discarded the box on the ground.

“Now, how does this fit with that?” You asked, looking between the two new items.

He had sat up and scooted closer to where you stood. “I actually have no clue. Are there any instructions that came with this stuff?”

You looked around yourself. “Uh, no.”

“Well, I’m sure we can figure it out.” He said.

You sat down with him and you each had thorough looks at both accessories. The way they would fit together was too subtle and discreet for you. You inspected the multiple O-rings that made up the harness’s structure, trying to determine how important they were - was one more important than the others? He studied the bottom of the dildo, unable to locate any grooves that could fit into some kind of track. Then you traded, gaining the dildo to look at.

“What’s the deal with these buckles?” He asked, showing you the four inconspicuous buckles around an O-ring.

“I was wondering about them too. And why is this a double ring, but none of the others are?” You added to his question.

He didn’t have any immediate answer, looking carefully at this aspect of the contraption. Before going back to looking at the dildo, your eyes took quick notice of how his dick had grown limp in the time since your hand had left it. This didn’t seem especially important at present, not while the two of you were working on this quasi-puzzle.

“This one is the biggest.” He said of the double ring.

“Is it, do you think that’s significant?” You asked.

“Fuck.” He said with a sigh. “I hope it is.”

You took the harness from him, concentrating at this unique point. “I just don’t get it. It fits the dildo this way…” You demonstrated placing the shaft through this ring, with the slightly flared base being the only thing to keep it from slipping free. “But then what? It gets pushed and it falls up and out.” You pushed the silicone tip against your hand, seeing how fast the rings moved up the shaft in this direction too. It was practically effortless to get the dildo free.

“How does it stay in the harness while I’m trying to fuck you?” You asked without expecting him to have the exact answer that you needed.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry pet, this is really not going like you fantasized it.” He said, giving your back a reassuring rub. “Should we look up a tutorial on, like, YouTube?”

This broke your concentration, making you chuck;e. “As if YouTube is gonna have ‘how to equip your strap-on’ videos, they’re fuckin’ nuts with censorship.”

“Hey, if that guy can post his literal hole in a video that he claims as educational, then who says we won’t be able to find anything on this topic?” He said.

You gave a sarcastic laugh before getting distracted by opening one of the little buckles. You got a better look at the pair of rings now - discovering they weren’t interlocked and could be slightly pulled apart. But to what purpose?

You brought the dildo closer again so you could look at these separate components at the same time. Then everything fell into place in your mind. You started to get your hopes up.

Following this clarity, you held the dildo at an angle and placed part of its base between the two rings. You worked more of this thin but sturdy silicone lip in between the metal rings. They held onto the end of the phallus, easily secured when you pinched them together with your fingers. The dildo didn’t slip, even when you raised it up for a test of how it would interact with gravity.

“Hang on, did you just crack the code?” He asked and his tone was noticeably less defeated.

You smiled as you pushed the buckle shut again. “It looks like it.”

“Great work, babygirl.” He encouraged.

“Thanks.” You said. You kept your eyes on the harness as you proceeded to stretch the numerous fabric straps, attempting to gain a different perspective of the accessory. “Now I just gotta figure out which way is the top, and…”

He gently interrupted by placing his hand to your wrist. “As the top in this relationship, I believe you should let me handle that.” You giggled and rolled your eyes, but you passed the toy to him anyway. “Also, it was practically my work uniform to wear some form of harness on my body so I can make quick work of this.” He patted the palm of his hand on the bed. “Take your underwear off and sit up on your knees right here.”

You made your adjustments, realising that you couldn’t really fall back on your typical tactics of foreplay. His reactions weren’t a guarantee as they usually were. This unpredictability brought a subtle kind of electricity to the air.

You placed your knees about shoulder-width apart and straightened your back. The protruding  dildo didn’t slow him down as he confidently wrapped the straps around your legs, then hips. You didn’t see any worry on his face,and the way he kept going with the task hinted at his firm resolve.

“Now that we're on track, I’ve gotta ask if you’re sure you wanna do this?” He asked.

“I was actually just about to ask you that same question.”

He earned a surprised flinch from you when he flicked his fingers against the side of your thigh. “Too bad, I asked first.”

“Well yeah, I’m so ready to do this. I try to moderate how much I think about it ‘cause it’s so easy to get carried away with how great I think it’s gonna go, like the other first times we’ve had.” You said as his fingers glided across your skin, checking that none of the straps were too tight. “I can never think about it a little, once I start thinking then I have to picture the whole fuckin’ thing and that gets me that feral kind of horny.” He chuckled as he took his hands away, satisfaction your circulation wouldn’t be subject to any restrictions.

“And that’s not good.” You continued and you maintained your posture in the absence of any instruction to move. “Because when I’m horny like that it’s hard to care about behaving and being polite. And all I wanna do is be respectful.”

“And you have been, very respectful. I appreciate it.” He said, propping himself up to your level so he could secure a kiss. “I love you.”

You kissed him, placing your arms around his shoulders. “I love you too. Now it’s my turn to ask, do you wanna do it?”

“Yeah, I wanna fuckin’ see what you’ve got.” He said.

You took a beat, searching his eyes and facial expression for any hints of uncertainty or disinterest. But there was a slight smile on his mouth and warmth in his eyes as he held you close. And when you kissed him, he immediately responded.

As you sank into more, and deeper, kisses with him, you started to feel a bit of pressure at your crotch. You knew it was the base of the dildo. He was pressing the round shape to your pubic mound, experimenting with how it could be used to massage you.

“I don’t know if that feels like literally anything.” He said with a wary smile.

“It’s not nothing. It’s nice, in, like, a subtle way.” You said, noticing the steady heat now at your pussy.

“There might be a way to manoeuvre it to get on your clit.” He said and both of you looked down to where he held the dildo, moving it like a joystick. “But who knows if it would be anything like…”

As he trailed off his eyes grew wide and you thought something was wrong. He let go of the toy and you were about to ask what was going on. But before that, he speedily gave you a ‘be right back’ and turned away.

You tried to guess what he was doing as he got up. Your posture relaxed somewhat, sinking closer to the bed. Luckily you could keep observing him as he stayed in this room.

Of course he went back to the third drawer of the chest. He surveyed the contents before plucking out something small. You saw the thin black straps, then the silver decoration caught the light.

As he turned to the bed again, he threaded the flimsy g-string across his fingers on each hand. He raised the accessory up and your eyes met. He hovered the jewellery for your clitoris in front of his mouth and you couldn’t help smiling. He extended his tongue, using it to play with the dangling charm.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You confirmed, nodding.

It had only been a couple of days since you had worn the unique jewellery strapped to your crotch. He had gotten it out as a way to spice up the chore of unpacking the dishwasher. It had worked, even as you had tried to keep yourself from getting distracted by the stimulations. You were looking forward to not resisting how good it felt.

“You’re gonna have to take that off.” He said, gesturing to the strap-on.

You let your shoulders slump. “Oh, man, I only just got this dick and now I’m already losing it?”

“It’s only temporary and it’s gonna be painless.” He said. “Beside, you could use the practice of taking it on and off.”

He joined you on the bed and you found the harness was easily removed. Then he helped you into the decorated g-string. He was concentrating as he got the little metal loop in place. He pushed your labia back, your clitoral hood already feeling sensitive and keen for attention. He positioned the small frame around your hood and the pendant was swinging with the motion, making quick but promising contact.

The harness was pulled up again, this time you could make sense of where each strap was supposed to go. As he secured some of the clasps, you closed a couple.

“Good girl.” He said before taking his eyes off of you so he could pick up the tube of lubricant.

“What position do you wanna do this in?” You asked.

“I figured I would just be face down.” He said then he showed you a serious look. “But I’m not the submissive.”

You caressed his cheek as you drew him in for a kiss. “That’s right, you’re the Master.”

“Uh-huh, and what are you?” He asked.

“The toy, the very lucky toy.” You said and your answer earned you more kisses.

He put the lube into your hand before lying down, facing up for the moment. You rested back on your feet and opened the tube, greeted by the summery scent of oranges. You squeezed some of the product onto the palm of your hand then began applying it to the silicone shaft.

It felt a bit like you were looking at an optical illusion as you worked at getting the toy coated. You weren’t accustomed to doing it from this angle. And even though it was attached to you, you received absolutely no sensations.

Before this could create too much confusion in your mind, your eye was caught by a different motion. Damiano’s hand had gone to his dick, his fingers wrapped around the length, which was growing firmer again. His eyes were set on you as you kept rubbing in the lube.

You added more of the thick liquid to your hand and reached around for the dildo’s underside. As you caressed this side of the toy, you noticed that he was mirroring your exact movements.

You wrapped your fingers around the toy, pressing it firmly to your palm. Gradually you moved your hand toward the tip and he copied you. You passed each of your fingers over the head and he did the same. He held his lips slightly parted as he followed you to draw continuous circles on the tip. You weren’t pretending to apply any more lubricant but he remained just as interested in what you were doing.

“Mmn, I’m gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good with this.” You said, rubbing your fingers up-and-down the slicked length again. “I’m gonna crash into that p-spot over-and-over-and-over…” You timed your strokes on the dildo to your words. “...and-over…”

He grabbed your wrist and gave it a tug strong enough to disrupt your balance. “Do it, do it right now, toy.”

He was quick to roll over and present his ass to you. You got closer to him, moving across the bed on your knees. You carried the bottle of lubricant with you and squeezed more of the liquid out. This time you concentrated on getting it to cover your index and middle fingers.

You moved slowly and cautiously to begin rubbing between his cheeks. You knew that enthusiasm wouldn’t translate to capabilities, so you worked up to playing with his hole, letting him get used to your touch in this area.

You listened to the rate he was breathing at and observed his muscles for nervous clenching. This told you that he was relaxed enough to progress. You got the tip of your finger to his hole, using the lube to draw circles here, barely pressing inside.

Then you followed when his body granted you access. You gently pushed a single finger inside as you moved yourself closer to him. One of your legs overlapped his as you kept assessing and reassessing how much he could currently take.

“Are you ready?” You asked, easing your middle finger to his hole.

“God, yes.” He said, his breathing sounded a little ragged.

You held his hip with your available hand as you moved closer. “Just keep talking to me, promise?” You were thinking back on things he had said to you when you had been attempting sexual activities for the first time, especially those that intimidated you.

“I promise.” He said.

“You can’t say too much, I want to hear it all. And nothing you say could disappoint me, we’ll do this exactly the way you need.” You said as you climbed on top of him, bracing yourself with your knees alongside his hips.

“Thank you, babygirl. I love you.” He said.

You leaned down, getting close enough to kiss across his bare shoulder. “I love you too. That’s why I wanna give you this first, I wanna make you come differently to how anyone ever has before.” His ass had relaxed enough to allow you to gently stroke your fingers inside him. “You deserve to have your mind blown in new ways. I wanna do that for you. Please let me do it, Daddy.”

You secured the slick dildo in your other hand, beginning to direct it to his hole. You instructed him to keep breathing as you got lined up. You got the tip to his hole, lining up with where your fingers were deposited.

“Deep breath in.” You calmly told him and you waited to hear the sound before you moved your hands in opposite directions. Your fingers held him open for a fast second, then the head was inside. You pulled your fingers away altogether and his asshole held the dildo in place.

“Breathe out, breathe out.” You coached, hearing his responding shaky exhale. ‘It’s in, you did it. How does it feel?”

“Different.” He offered after some consideration.

You froze, not wanting to create any further pressure with your body weight. “In a good way, or a bad way? ‘Cause I can stop right now.”

“No, you don’t have to stop.” He said.

You caressed the side of his torso. “It’s okay, babe. I’m here for you.”

You continued to hold yourself still as your eyes stared into the back of his head, as if you might find a way to read his mind. None of your thoughts were going toward yourself. You didn’t care to acknowledge that you could no longer feel the clit jewellery.

You keenly listened to his every breath - gathering all of the information this source offered. You were pleased that he didn’t seem to be struggling to maintain his breath. Nor were any of the exhales painted with any noises of pain. You felt a little encouraged, thinking this could continue and maybe develop to something spectacular. 

“Deeper.” He said. “But not too much.”

“Not too much, not too much.” It was your mantra as you tried to do this for him.

With your hand around the shaft, you eased it forward. You guided it but stopped in the instant that you felt the slightest bit of resistance. With more than half the length remaining outside, you awaited his response.

“Yea- yeah, yeah.” He breathed. “I think that’s good. I mean, I'm hard as a rock so it can’t be bad.” He made a brief, strained chuckling noise. “But it’s definitely different.”

You found the toy could remain in place without additional help from your grasp. You relocated your hands to his body instead, stroking up-and-down his back. You kept your legs tensed, determined to keep your hips from moving any closer to him, even as you lowered your torso further. This adjustment allowed you to kiss along the back of his neck.

“Relax, Daddy. Just relax.” You soothed, concentrating your touch to the lower half of his back. “Relax and enjoy it.”

“I think I am. It’s just so…” He paused, shifting around a little. “Different. It’s this totally new stretch and it’s very much not ending, even though my brain is under the impression it’s going to.”

“It can.” You rushed to tell him. “It can end right now.”

“I don’t want it to.” He firmly replied.

You let out a little relieved exhale before going back to kissing his neck. Your hands followed the natural contours of his back, sliding to meet at the small of his back. You were leaving traces of the lube behind as you caressed his skin.

You used both for your thumbs, pressing them into his spot. Then you fanned them up and out. You didn’t notice any tightness in his muscles as you did this, gaining more encouragement. You brought your thumbs back to this original spot and began a new circle. You heard a muffled whimper in response, making you smile.

“Let me see if I…” He said, seemingly to himself.

This was when you felt his body tensing, followed by him lifting his hips from the bed. He eased his ass towards you about an inch before stopping and you heard another whimper, less restrained this time.

“Yea-yeah, that’s good.” He said.

You stayed still, letting him figure this out for himself. He swung his body weight forward again, not going far enough for the dildo to slip out though. Then he completed another tentative push into you. He slowly tested at what he could do, bringing a little bit of motion to your body.

“Ah, uh, uh-huh.” He whispered as he started to move consistently.

As he was rolling his hips to his own rhythm you kept listening to his breathing, monitoring how laboured it sounded. It halted in the second that his body stopped. He shuddered, pulling away from you a little.

“Ah, oh fuck, that’s intense.” He gasped, seeming to take a little break. “Hitting the spot like this is really intense. Holy fu…” He readjusted. “I want it again.”

His hands gripped the sheets as he dedicated himself to moving more. He settled into a new rhythm, which saw your body being slightly moved as well. His thrusts gained more confidence, each accompanied by a sound of either pleasure or exertion.

You stopped trying to be a statue, allowing more ease into your body. But you kept your reactions small, maintaining him as the focus - the only star of this scene. You wrapped one of your arms around him, this hand exploring the taut area beneath his navel.

“It’s so good, babygirl.” He said, his voice whinier than usual. “I want you to grind on me, When I come up like this…” He demonstrated with a thrust back into your lap. “I want you to grind against me. But just a bit.”

“Of course.” You said.

“I know I can trust you, I’m just… well, I’m definitely not trying to fuckin’ prove something with how much I can take.” He said.

“You have nothing to prove, Damiano.” You asserted.

You let your body move closer to his, something almost like melting into him. But with more restraint, not letting any more of the dildo disappear in his ass.

Then you were adding to his tempo, pushing and rolling your hips as he had instructed. This constant movement got the pendant on your clit jewellery swinging. It was only a gentle motion, little portions of stimulation as your clit received only hints of the pressure that would be necessary to drive you wild. But you didn’t lament what you didn’t have, keeping his experience as the most important thing.

He grabbed your hand off of his lower belly, quickly interlocking his fingers with yours. Instantly he was squeezing so tight, just as much strength as how he was rocking his hips.

“Don’t stop, kitty.” He instructed with a choked sob. “Please don’t stop.’

“I won’t.” You said as your lips rested against his neck. “I won’t stop fucking you.”

“Yes, yes, ye-ah.. Ah-hu…”

His rocks back into you lengthened, as he took an extended beat to enjoy this depth before pumping forward again. You writhed against him while he was so close. And the activity on your clitoral hood was growing more noticeable.

“Yes, that’s it.” He hissed, moving with a bit more energy. “That’s it, tha-ah… ah.”

His body wildly twitched as his noises ceased, cut off by the clenching of his throat. He arched his back, his ass sticking up before he crumpled. His hand released yours as the strength seemingly left his body and he went limp on the mattress.

You marvelled at the state of ruin you had been able to drive him to. You were proud. Even though you couldn't see his face you could still witness the way his orgasm was affecting him and you savoured every second of it.

You didn’t wait to draw yourself back and empty his ass of the dildo.

“Are you okay?” You asked, flopping down on the bed next to him. You half-heartedly tried to undo the harness from around yourself, but your fingers were seemingly too slippery to work the buckles now.

He was still panting heavily as he lifted his head from the pillow, starting to look at you. “Yeah, I’m okay. That was so fucking intense, more-”

“Baby, you’re crying.” You said as soon as you noticed the identical wet trails going down each of his cheeks. You rushed to wipe your hands free of lubricant on the sheets so you could touch his face properly. “Are you okay?”

“Shit, I didn’t realise I had cried.” He said, swiftly wiping the tears from his face. But his eyes were still red and glassy. “I’m okay, I really am.”

“Then how come you’re crying?” You asked.

“Calm down, I’m not crying. I shed a few tears, that’s an important distinction.” He said.

“Great and now that the distinction has been made, why did you cry?” You asked.

“Alright, now, don’t freak out.” He started slowly and already you were feeling worries swell up. “It wasn't noticeable for long and the good feelings far outweighed it. But it was a little painful. Please hear me when I say that: a little.” He held his index finger and thumb less than an inch apart, demonstrating how small. “It hurt because it was brand new but the pain wasn’t anything I couldn't take and it was totally worth it.”

“I hurt you?” You asked, you couldn’t see any hints of his afterglow anymore.

“It wasn’t your fault and I know that. Of course it hurt, it would hurt no matter who did it and how, I’ve never had my ass fucked like that before.” He said, he was perfectly calm and there were no wavers of emotion in his voice.

“I’m really sorry.” You said, your own voice quiet.

“Thank you but you really have nothing to apologise for, baby.” He said. He pressed a kiss to your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer. “And I’m gonna get pissed off if you apologise anymore than that.’

You nodded and stayed silent. There was enough space between the two of you that you could access the harness around your hips. You resumed trying to take it off., working carefully to counteract the trembling in your hands.

“Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” He asked, his eyes searching your face. 

“No, it’s alright, I’m-... hang on, I should be taking care of you and giving you all of the aftercare.” You said.

His eyebrows raised. “Aftercare, we’re in the after stage already?”

“Yeah, I’m not putting that thing back in your ass.” You said as you made the adjustments that would allow you to remove the thin straps and clit jewellery.

“I wasn’t suggesting that. I mean, what about you? It’s your turn now, right?” He asked.

You put all of the sex toys out of the bed, onto the wooden floorboards. “I don’t need a turn, not right now.”

“Kitty…”

“It’s fine. Please don't try to make this into some kind of thing, I’m just not horny anymore. Hurting you kind of killed the mood.” You said, avoiding his gaze.

“I hate seeing you like this. Can I hold you?” He asked. You nodded and he instantly moved in closer, both of his arms winding around you again. You rested your face in his chest, still not feeling very secure. “I want you to do me a favour. Can you think about how much you love getting spanked? Think about how you literally beg for it because it turns you on so much, hm?”

“Are you kidding? I just told you the mood was killed for me, I don’t need you to start talking about kinky and sexy things to get me back to being horny.” You said, your body tensing up. “How about you just let me experience my reaction here, okay Damiano?”

“I’m not saying this to turn you on, I’m trying to explain something, so let me speak. When I’m spanking you I'm Inflicting pain on you, but that isn’t the part you focus on. All that you’re thinking about is how much you like it, cause there’s a lot about it to like. The pain is a small aspect, a means to an end. And the end always feels so good that you aren’t dwelling on anything else, are you?” He asked.

“Not usually.” You said.

“Okay, and that’s me right now.” He said. “How do you want me to feel after spanking you?”

“I guess satisfied, aroused and, like, happy. I don’t know. How many adjectives do you want me to use here?” You asked.

“That’s fine, I think you get my point. Guilt isn’t one of the emotions that you mentioned.” He said. “And I don’t want you to feel guilty either. If you can't be aroused or even happy, I get it. But you should feel satisfied. I do, I’m so satisfied. That orgasm was crazy, I’m literally lying in a wet patch, not a small one.”

“Let me change the sheets and I’ve gotta clean those toys, too.” You said, trying to sit up.

But he held you tight, keeping you from raising more than a couple of inches. “No, I’m not complaining about the sheets. And can you please stay here? I want us to be together right now, attached at the hip after all of that. Because I want you to see how okay I actually am, not in any pain. And I want to be here to keep you from spiralling off in your head.”

You relented and returned your head to the pillow. “Alright, I’ll stay here.”

He was looking deeply into your eyes and you could tell he was about to say something serious before he opened his mouth. “I love you babygirl and I still trust you, completely.”

“I love you too.” You said.

You weren’t sure if you could simply set aside the low feelings congregating inside of you. But the way his eyes didn’t appear to be on the verge of shedding any more tears helped your mood a little.

“You have to let me give you aftercare. I can’t just lie here. It will make me feel better if I can feel like I’m doing something helpful.” You said.

There was a moment where you saw a look of resistance on his face. But it was gone quickly, then he was nodding. “Alright, for aftercare I want us to hang out and watch YouTube videos together, right here. I would also really adore a nice, long scalp massage.”

“That’s it? You don’t want me to get you a drink or anything?” You asked.

“Nope, the only thing you need to get for me is the remote because I get to choose the videos.” He said.

The remote control was lying on your nightstand. As he began operating the TV, you changed your position. He scooted a little further down the bed, making room for you to sit up at the pillows. You reclined, parting your legs. He settled in this space, lying back against your torso.

You started raking your fingers through his hair as he went to a specific YouTube creator: Wait in the Wings. Lately he had been watching a minimum of one video from this channel every day. Musical theatre was a relatively new interest for him and he seemingly couldn't get enough of learning all about it. He was fascinated by all of the behind the scenes secrets this channel had, allowing him to dive deep into this culture he had never really interacted with before America. You loved how excited he got over all of this and it was marvellous seeing him so inspired.

But you didn’t really share his obsession. To you, musicals were predictable and too outlandish to relate to. But it was pretty interesting to hear the stories behind the productions, even if you were always playing games on your phone while the videos ran.

You weren’t surprised that you didn’t recognise the name of the musical that this particular video was focused on. The Italian subtitles that ran across the bottom of the screen were flawed, the translation from English had been done by a program. This affected your interest and you found yourself tuning the words out, instead focusing on the top of your boyfriend’s head.

It was a grounding activity for you too. You got into a rhythm with how you caressed his head, you rubbed your fingers all over his scalp, sporadically adding your nails. The slow motions saw your thoughts slowing down too, becoming far more manageable.

“I’m so embarrassed that I cried.” He said, interrupting your almost meditative mindset. He had placed a hand up to his forehead. “That's never happened before, and damn, embarrassing.”

“Hey, if I’m not allowed to feel guilty, you’re not allowed to be embarrassed.” You said.

“But it is embarrassing.” He said.

“No it’s not, Daddy. It’s honest and authentic.” You said, placing your arms around him.

“I didn’t even know it had happened. I wish it hadn’t…” He said.

You moved your legs, wrapping them around his torso to strengthen the impact of this embrace. “A small aspect of it, right? You’re gonna remember the orgasm, not those two tears.”

He looked up at you. “That sounds like a command.”

“I would never command you because you’re not the submissive.” You said.

He smiled and kissed you on the cheek. “I love you, you’re such a good girl.”

“I love you too.” You said, unable to give him a kiss back because he was already turning away.

He had started to speak, his eyes on the television. “I’m gonna have to go back, I’ve missed so many fuckin’ details.”

As he was scanning the video backwards, you returned your hands to his head. You massaged across his scalp and kept your legs wrapped around him, enjoying this intimacy, even though it wasn’t what you had been planning on.

»»————-　♡　————-««  

You had been watering the white and yellow flowers on the balcony when your boyfriend approached you. At once, you saw the different look on Damiano’s face, he no longer appeared as laid-back as he had for this peaceful day. But what was the source of this intensity?

He walked right up to you, close enough to kiss you on the cheek, but he breezed past this cute greeting for some reason. “Go and put an office outfit on.”

“Huh, how come?”

His eyebrows raised a little. “That’s not how it works. C’mon toy, you know better than that. You don’t get to ask for explanations. Your master tells you to do something and you do it straight away, isn’t that right?”

Instantly, you freed your hands from the watering can, a different and unexpected (but not unwelcome) mood was dawning on you. “Yes, it is.”

“Off you go, then.” He said, a pleased smile developing on his lips.

You took a couple of steps across the tiled floor. “Is there anything specific that you wanted me to wear from my work closet?”

“As long as you’re in a skirt, I’ll be happy.” He said.

You didn’t hesitate for a second more, heading for the door that led back into the apartment. The two of you had been spending the day just relaxing, enjoying your own space now that you were back from Japan. There had been no rush, it had been a day of effortless contentment.

But now you were alert and all of your movements had intention, as you happily prepared to jump through whatever hoops he set up for you. Your day became about proving yourself as a submissive, with the potential unfolding before you.

You got into one of your black pencil skirts. On your top half, you dressed in a white shirt, buttoning it much lower than you would if leaving the house. You placed a pair of high heels beside you, ready to put them on once you were done with styling your hair.

He came into the bedroom, leaning against the wall and watching you pull your hair back into a high ponytail. “Okay, here’s the scenario that I was thinking about: you get called into the CEO’s office ‘cause you’ve been looking up explicit shit on your work computer. And you’re on the verge of getting fired over it.”

“What kind of explicit stuff?” You asked.

“We’ll figure that out when we’re in the scene.” He said. “I gotta change too…” He leaned down, pecking you on the cheek. “I can’t be a CEO in sweatpants.”

“Some CEO’s wear stuff like sweats.”

He acted disgusted by the thought, placing a hand to his chest. “Well the CEO of Kinky Kittens LLC does not.”

As he found a clean pair of slacks and a button-down shirt to wear, you brightened up your appearance with some makeup. You applied mascara as you thought back to the lore of your roleplay characters, the things that you had said to make him happy last time.

He went into the ensuite once dressed. You pulled on your shoes and collected your pearl necklace before leaving the room as well. The scent of your designated ‘work perfume’ was carried with you as you went into the living room. You checked your appearance in the wall mirror, making sure all of the details were perfect because you couldn’t stand the thought of this looking rushed.

You sat down on the couch, crossing one leg over the other and keeping your shoulders pushed back. In your mind, you decided the lounge room was the waiting room outside of his office. This shift allowed you to stop seeing all of the little details, you could no longer see the dust that needed to be wiped clean from the furniture surfaces.

He called out your name, putting a formal miss in front of it. Instantly, you sprang up out of your seat and walked to the bedroom as quickly as possible.

You headed through the open door, finding him pacing before the window. He had been so invested in this character that he had gone to the trouble of putting on a formal pair of shoes and he had put styling product in his hair, pushing it back from his face.

The expression on his face sold you on the scene straight away. He didn’t wear even the slightest hint of a smile. Instead, he looked completely serious, maybe a little annoyed. It was easy to believe that he was currently under some level of stress.

If he was pleased to see you, he did a very good job of hiding it. But you didn’t let this bother you. You decided to yourself, as you shut the door, that you would make him pleased to see you. The praise would be even sweeter when you worked for it.

“You needed to see me, sir?” You asked, with the most polite tone of voice that you possessed.

“Yes. How about you take a seat for me? This isn’t going to be a quick catch-up, as I said in my email, I have something very serious to discuss with you.” He said, full of unshakable authority.

You sat down at the edge of the bed, the imagined visitors chair of this office. He didn’t sit down with you, he remained standing, folding his arms across his chest as he looked down at you.

“Do you have any idea why I’ve called you in here?” He asked.

“Um, no, the email was a little vague.” You said. “Am I in trouble?”

“Why do you ask that?” He asked, his shoulders squared. “Have you done something wrong?”

“Well, I don’t- I don’t think that I have.” You said, squirming a little as a means of giving him a better show. “I value my job here, I really do, so I always try my absolute hardest, every day. If I did something wrong, it must have been unintentional, like I did it without realising, or… But I completely apologise-”

His eyebrows had shot up. “Unintentional? That’s a pathetic attempt at an excuse.

“I don’t know how clear your memory of signing your contract is, but there’s a section in there that requires you to give your consent for all of your activity on the company computer to be tracked. Does that ring any bells, sweetie?” He asked.

“Um-”

“Because the IT crew has a list of every website visited by that computer on your desk.” He said. “Please explain to me how you unintentionally accessed pornographic websites every single day? Sometimes more than once a day. Unintentional, my ass.

“Are you trying to say that you were typing something into the search bar, and oops, somehow you typed Porn Hub instead?” He asked, his voice getting louder.

You lowered your eyes from his face. “No, that’s not how it happened at all. I’m sorry for lying to you, I just didn’t think that I’d ever get caught.”

“During the day, in an office full of people… What would make you take such a ridiculous risk over-and-over?” He asked.

Your eyes were planted firmly on your feet. “I don’t know. I guess that sometimes when I’m at my desk my mind starts to wander and it goes to, like, dirty places. Then once it’s there, it’s like an itch that needs to be scratched and I get fixated. So I’ll sneak in a quick porno to clear my mind.”

“Every day?”

You shrugged your shoulders as you hung your head pathetically. “I tend to develop bad habits.”

“Your libido is crazy. It’s clearly getting out of your control.” He said. “It’s getting in the way while you’re at work, I’m amazed that you get literally any work done. I should fire you over this.”

“Sir, please…” You began desperately, looking up at him as you prepared to plead your case.

“No, I really should.” He said sternly. “Nevermind how it's a misuse of company property and it’s probably compromising the quality of your work. It’s inappropriate beyond words, it’s disrespectful to every other hardworking person here and it’s just plain disgusting. How am I supposed to let that kind of behaviour slide? I’m trying to run a company here.”

“I’ll stop.” You said and he started to pace in front of you. “I’ll quit it and this will never, ever be a problem for you again, sir.”

“This is something you’ve been obsessively engaging in, are you sure that you can stop?” He asked, superior and highly sceptical.

“Yes, one hundred percent. This is a problem that I can solve, I swear it.”

He stopped his pacing so that he could stand directly in front of you. “So, what you’re asking me to do is give you a second chance. Why should I do that?”

“Because, sir, I’ll make it worth your while to keep me here.” You slid your butt off of the bed, taking your knees down to the floor. You kept staring up at him, taking in the new look that had come into his eyes. “Please, let me show you how much I want this second chance.”

He unfolded his arms finally and you started to anticipate your victory, it seemed the scene was changing. He lowered one of his hands, letting his fingertips move across the side of your face. You obediently awaited your next cue.

“Go on, then, convince me not to fire you.” He said, the harshness taken out of his voice, but his authority remained intact.

You licked your lips as you reached up, your hands going to the fly of his pants. You undid the button and pulled the zipper down, revealing a section of his underwear.

Without him stopping you, you pulled his firm dick free from his underwear. You looked up at him and found no disapproval on his face as his fingers continued to play across your cheek.

You leaned in and placed the first kiss on his hot skin, close to the base of the shaft. Gradually, you pressed a line of kisses straight down his dick. Your mouth moved down to his tip, the kiss here lingering and he let out a happy sigh.

You parted your lips and pushed your tongue forward, onto him. You saw him twitch when you flicked the tip of your tongue up. Then you began to rub your tongue against the head, getting your first taste of his precum. He put his hand to the top of your head, gently stroking at your hair.

“That’s it.” He purred when you opened your mouth wider and started to take more of him in. “Put it in that silly mouth.”

Your wet lips glided further down his length and you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes. All of that stress had seemingly left him and you could see a hint of a smile developing. His hand on your head became a firm hold. The effect that you were clearly having on him increased your own arousal, with heat pooling between your thighs.

You took him in between your lips until your mouth was full of him. You securely placed your lips around him, a tight circle.

“Aw, look at you. I really like you like this, sweetie. Because now I don’t have to listen to your bullshit excuses.” He said. “I might have to keep your mouth full. Wouldn’t you just love that?”

You didn’t dare to empty your mouth, hoping to provide him enough of an answer with your eyes.

Keeping your lips set, you began to bob your head. You moved yourself up-and-down his shaft, hearing how his breath skipped and increased in the process. To steady yourself, you grabbed onto the backs of his legs.

You were building your momentum when he moved his hand to your ponytail, grabbing it close to the base. He wrapped the length of hair around his fist and tugged, making your scalp sting. He pulled you away, taking you off of his dick.

Your mouth hung open as you looked up at him for answers, wondering if you had done something wrong. He continued to hold tight to your hair.

Before you could ask him for directions, he was shooting spit out from between his lips. You flinched in your surprise. The large droplet hadn’t hit you, instead flying straight down, to land on his cock.

“Use your tongue to clean that off.” He ordered, using your ponytail to yank you close again.

You didn’t hesitate, applying your tongue to his length. You used long and slow strokes to collect the extra moisture, gulping audibly once it was gone.

“Come with me, sweetie.” He said, using your ponytail like a leash, guiding you when he began to move. You walked on your knees as he took a couple of steps over to the bed. He sat down and you turned to face him, placing yourself between his parted legs. He gave your hair another tug, getting you up close to his cock.

You opened your mouth and took him in again. He let go of your ponytail in favour of putting his hand to the back of your head. He used this to ease you further down his cock. You put your hands to his covered thighs as he dictated the speed your mouth worked at.

As your lips moved up-and-down his cock, you hollowed your cheeks. You were soon feeling him shifting in his seat, the pleasure taking over more of his body. Drool was running onto your chin as you sucked at him, doing your best to maintain consistency.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He rasped, his hand grasping at your head.

He began to lift his butt from the bed, grinding into your face as more quiet noises fell from his lips. You shut your eyes, concentrating on keeping up with his motions.

He drove into you with extra power, his tip sliding into your throat. It spasmed in surprise and he rocked back again with a gasp.

He lay back, stretching his arms up above his head. “Keep going, sweetie. I’m not done enjoying that mouth yet.”

You took in a deep breath before leaning in, letting your slicked lips slide down his length again. You raised your tongue and pressed it against the underside of his shaft as you lightly sucked on him.

He let you set the pace, working your lips up-and-down. He kept his hips mostly still.

But this could only last for so long, with him arching his back, then raising his hips. He caught onto your motion, falling into sync with you. You heard his back coming in quicker as he thrusted up.

Soon he was going quicker than you, his need for more making him go faster. You gripped his thighs, staying with him. You went with his passionate tempo, chasing for his peak.

“You’re not afraid of getting some cum straight down that throat, are you?” He asked.

You answered him with proactivity, proving your character’s eagerness to please. You relaxed your jaw and moved forward, his balls flush to your wet chin. The head of his dick nudged into your throat and he could barely contain himself, whining wordlessly in response to this new stimulation.

Around him, your throat spasmed, drawing excited gasps from him. His feet left the floor and he wound his legs around your body.

“Yes.” He moaned, writhing through his pleasure. “You’re so good at that sweet-ie- ah…”

He could no longer hold back, his body going rigid as his hips wildly stuttered. You sucked your cheeks in, sacrificing your need to breathe for his moment of completion.

His legs gripped you tighter and he jutted up one last time. Then, with a strangled sob, he was spilling himself down your throat. He withdrew, coating the inside of your mouth with his taste. He slid over your bottom lip, his tip no longer spurting once he was fully freed.

You gulped down his essence as you slowly blinked your eyes open. He was sprawled out on the bed, loudly trying to catch his breath. You wiped at your mouth and wet chin with your hands before getting to your feet.

You stood at the foot of the bed, silently watching his recovery. You were waiting for his next word, waiting to find out if the scene was finished or not. Had you done enough to prove yourself, or did he expect more? You readjusted your jostled-about ponytail, ready to spend more time in this fantasy with him.

He steadily lifted his head, wearing a smile as he looked at you. “You know what you’re doing when it comes to blow jobs, I’ll give you that.”

“Thank you, sir.” You said. “I aim to please.”

“But I think there’s still more to be done for you to earn this second chance. I’m not one hundred percent sure that you deserve my generosity yet.” He said. “And if they usually stop at just one round in the videos you watch, then you’ve been watching the wrong porns.”

He sat up, his hair had become mussed, but you didn’t let this take you out of the moment. He tapped his hands upon his lap. “How about you take those clothes off and come sit right here?”

“Yes, sir.” You said, reaching behind you for the zipper of your skirt.

He pointed to the shut door. “You locked that when you came in, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good, then, so long as you can keep yourself from getting too noisy, this little meeting can stay just between the two of us.” He said.

He was watching your progress of getting undressed with great interest, as if seeing you naked wasn’t an aspect of his daily life. The way that his eyes were lingering made your heart beat faster and you wondered what he was plotting as he studied so much of your body. He licked his lips, his admiration of you going on.

You stepped out of your damp panties and began walking toward him. But before you could get too close, he showed you his palm to get you to stop.

“Face the other way for a sec’.” He said.

You had just turned around when his open hand struck your ass. You gasped, this unexpected action rattling you.

“Oo, ouchie?” He teased. “Some of this should resemble a punishment, because you did something very bad, didn’t you?”

“Ye-” Your single syllable was interrupted by the next spank that he unleashed on your butt.

This was swiftly followed by another and another, with him treating each cheek to multiple slaps. It was making your heart beat even faster. You bent forward, placing your sweaty hands on your knees. Your desires grew as he worked at a persistent tempo.

Your skin heated up as your entire butt started to sting. You had to bite into your bottom lip, needing to put more effort into keeping yourself quiet. Each spank hurt more than the last and you reveled in every second of it. You could feel how much your thighs were trembling as the anticipation built up.

“Look at that glow, absolutely gorgeous.” He said of the colour as blood rushed to your butt. “This picture isn’t complete, though. I wanna give you a mark that’s gonna last a little longer, something that will hang around, so that you remember that…” He timed his next words to his spanks. “...I own your ass.”

He roughly grabbed your hips and yanked you closer. Your skin was hyper-sensitive as he applied his lips to your cheek. His lips parted as he kissed you, wetting your flesh. Then he was sucking on the skin, pulling it taut between his lips.

When he pressed his teeth against your swelling skin it took everything in you to not scream. You could feel how hot your pussy had become, filled with the dull ache of need, of so many desires yet to be explored.

You were holding your breath as he clenched his jaw, properly biting you. It wasn’t enough to break skin, but the pressure and stinging was driving you crazy.

The end of his bite only brought fleeting relief. With him promptly tapping the area, making you sputter wordlessly for a moment.

“Yeah, that should make a great hickey.” He said, and you didn’t need to see his face to know that he was wearing a gloating smile right now. “I think that’s gonna be very tender. A nice little reminder every time you sit down, huh?”

You let out a shaky exhale. “Thank you, sir.”

“Come sit with me.” He said, his fingertips running along your spine.

You straightened up, turning to face him again. You were trembling all over as you approached the mattress. Gingerly, you placed yourself down, sitting in his lap.

His eyes scanned across your features as he leaned in closer. With his hands on your back, he kissed you. You allowed him to hold you close, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I wanna fuck.” He murmured against your lips. “Can you make me come again?”

You keenly nodded. “Yes.”

You began to unbutton his shirt, kissing him as you pushed the fabric off of his shoulders. He freed his arms from the shirt, wrapping them around you, so that it was instantly skin-on-skin.

You could feel how stiff he was against your ass and you couldn’t help but rub against it a little. As you kissed him, you rolled your hips against his. It would have been impossible for you to stay still given how excited you were. There wasn’t a calm nerve left in you, so you couldn’t help but wiggle and writhe. He didn’t stop you, instead he kissed you harder.

His lips left your mouth, with a final suck on your lower lip. Then he kissed down your chin and onto your throat. You kept rolling your hips, unbothered by how his kisses lingered - you would happily wear a second of his love bites.

“Have you been thinking about the last time we were together? Is that what keeps getting you so horny at work?” He asked.

“Fuck, yes.” You whined, fully embracing your desperation.

“I’ve thought about it, too.” He said, lightly nipping at your neck. “It’s not gonna be exactly like last time. First of all, I’m currently without condoms in my office, so I hope your pussy is ready to be flooded with cum.”

You twitched in your anticipation. In this moment, you couldn’t think of a single thing that you wanted more, it sounded literally Heavenly.

“Secondly, I was on top and doing all of the work last time, that’s not happening again. I’m just gonna lay back and make you work for it.” He said. “Are you ready to work for it?”

“Yes, one hundred percent, sir.”

He smiled, tilting his head to one side in a way that made you think he was about to kiss you. Your eyes started to flutter shut, only for him to recline back, choosing this as the moment that he laid down.

You readjusted how you were sitting on top of him, bracing yourself with your knees on either side of his hips. You lifted your butt and moved to where your slit could be lined up with his cock. He was keenly taking in the sight of you on top, watching all of your movements without getting bored.

You held your breath, excited beyond your senses as you finally got him inside of your ready-to-weep cunt. You adjusted to his size as you slid yourself down. The walls of your cunt clenched around him, drawing a happy little moan from him. The blood was pumping through you, taking you to a different level of awareness.

You laid your hands on his stomach as you started to work your hips, pumping yourself on his cock. You basked in the desires that swarmed your body, ready to fulfil them all.

Your bucks came in hard and fast, your rhythm matching your deep-reaching desperation. He kept up with you, rolling his hips in time with you.

Each stroke against your sensitive walls took you closer to that edge as you kept at your quick thrusting. Your breath was ragged as it fell from your lips, all of your energy going into chasing that climax.

Your clenching pussy was drawing greater reactions from him. His hands went to your hips, holding you here with a tight grip. At the same time, he arched his back, pushing into you with more power. He glided in deeper, hitting you in a new spot as he met your every thrust. He began to pant, working with you to maintain this momentum.

The pressure inside of you was incredible and all that you knew was the delicious friction between your bodies as you worked toward your mutual goal.

The impacts were devastating your nervous system, with less than a fraction of a second to recover. You keeled forward, steadying yourself as best you could with your hands on the mattress. You hovered over him, his mouth hanging slack as he watched you in unrelenting motion. Your elbows wildly shook and the spasming of your walls kept coming in faster.

You bounced your butt persistently, stroking him with your needy pussy. Your hands curled into fists around the sheets and you were biting back loud whines.

You could feel how he twitched inside of you, with every snap of his hips into you. He was holding onto you with such force that his fingernails were beginning to dig into your skin.

He ruined the harmonious tempo, speeding ahead of you. You had to work to hold on as he unpredictably jutted into you. His erratic movements were marked by his breathless swearing and you watched him losing his composure.

“Baby, baby, bab-ah…” He panted, his eyes squeezed shut as he threw his head back.

He moaned as he emptied himself inside of you, grinding his hips on yours.

The pressure remained in you, your whole body clenching. You were short on breath, but you couldn’t stop now. It wasn’t about the perfect tempo any longer, it was enough to just keep moving, to just keep getting closer to that ecstasy. You writhed and bucked your way through all the excitement.

You felt yourself at the edge and you clapped a hand over your mouth, catching the sounds that accompanied your last plunge into him.

Then you were gone, your eyes rolling back and your toes curling as you disappeared into the release. Everything was perfect as you bathed in the white light of your climax. You slumped on top of him, savouring this feeling of everything fallen into place.

The wondrous afterglow was interrupted by him tapping you on the back. You noticed that he wasn’t cuddling you, and you hadn’t received a single kiss from him.

“You can have your second chance.” He said, letting you know that the scene was not yet done. “Which means that you have work to get back to, you can’t just hide out in here for the rest of the day, sweetie.”

You cleared your throat as you began to gather yourself, rushing through the process of coming down. You sat up, leaving him behind as you tried to reorganise those imaginary priorities.

You were collecting your discarded clothes when he addressed you. “You’re not allowed to go to the bathroom.”

You almost dropped your bra. “I, um… pardon me, sir?”

He sat up, half-smirking. “Did I stutter? I don’t want you to go directly to the bathroom, like I’m sure you’re thinking of.” He pulled up both his underwear and pants. “You’re just gonna pull those panties up and go about your day with my cum dribbling out of you, maybe running down your thighs a little. Fuck, wouldn’t that be so delicious? That would actually be dirtier than your little porn in public habit.”

He took notice of how you had slowed in putting your clothes on. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”

You pushed your shoulders back, confidently meeting his eye as you nodded. “No, not a problem at all.” You pulled the zipper shut on your skirt.

“Good girl.” He said and you stood up a little straighter at that. “Now get out of here before we raise suspicion.”

You finished putting your shoes on and looked at him one last time before leaving. You shut the door behind you and took a couple of steps away.

Then it dawned on you that you had no idea where you were going. You stopped walking, unsure what to do with yourself. Was the scene completely over?

He called your name - this time without adding miss, this time it sounded like a question.

You turned around, going back into the room. He had removed his shoes and slacks, with the look on his face telling you that the character was totally gone. He extended his hands to you and you walked across the room toward him.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“I’m good.” You said, running your fingers through his hair and enjoying affection again.

He linked his arms loosely around your waist, looking up at you. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You smiled. “It was fun rough.”

“Did I hurt your ponytail?” He asked.

“No, it’s a bit discombobulated, but it’s fine.”

He furrowed his brow. “Dis-comp-bub… are you making up words now?”

“It’s a word, a real one.” You said. “I’m allowed to go to the bathroom now, right?”

“Of course, baby.” He said, letting go of you.

Before leaving the ensuite, you splashed your face with water, wiping at the areas that felt a little sticky. You removed the elastic from your hair, brushing through your locks.

You carried your shoes in your hand as you stepped back into the bedroom. He was returning to the room at the same time, a glass of water in hand. This was placed on your bedside table before he laid down on the mattress again. You put your high heels in their spot, then began to remove your office outfit.

“Your ass looks sore.” He said once you had taken your skirt off.

“Actually, the expression is: a sight for sore eyes.”

He ignored your suggestion. “Does it hurt?”

You shrugged a shoulder. “No, not, like, actively. But I’ll be strategic with how I sit down for the next day or so.” You noticed the look on his face. “You don’t have to apologise. I would have said the safe word if I didn’t like it.” After changing into a clean pair of panties you joined him on the bed. “But I did like it, all of it.”

“Me too.” He said, smiling again. “You really gave it to me.”

You finished having a sip of water, looking at him and batting your eyelashes. “That’s ‘cause I really wanna keep my job.”

He picked your hand up, covering the back of it in kisses. “You will.”

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🕗i am aiming to post a minimum of 1chapter permonth*. getting the newest chapter to 100notes makes me work faster. commissioning a chapter makes me work even faster

*never a guarantee cos commissions& none of this scheduling is set instone cos this aint the reallife, its just fantasy

LIST OF KINKS/POSITIONS/SEXY SHIT EXPLORED [please do not read if any of these are a trigger for you!⚠️]

[potential trigger warning for series: for accidental bodily harm& mentions of blood. mentions of body-image issues]

corruption kink

daddy kink

master/pet kink

dom/sub relationship

spanking

punishments

sex toys

restraints

chokers/chokeplay

anal

caning

sex in public

kitten play

ballgag

collar

degradation as dirty talk

gucci flogger

edging

consensual ownership

spit kink

boss/secretary roleplay

brat taming

69

facial

unprotected sex

overstimulation

temperature play

anal plug

double penetration

cock warming

"I just have no idea how you can watch it and not want to know what it's leading to. There's all these little hints that you aren't picking up on…"

You flung your hand up into the air in front of your boyfriend's face. "Swear to God, Damiano if you try to tell me one more fuckin' spoiler."

He grinned. "That sounds like a threat. What're you gonna do, what are you gonna do?" He was bouncing up onto the balls of his feet, all of his attention on you as he delighted in this teasing.

It was like the rest of the party had faded away and it was just the two of you joking around, playing as you would in your home. "I'm gonna write my letter of resignation from Kinky Kittens LLC."

He gasped, putting a hand to his heart. "My secretary, the best secretary I've ever known and I'm gonna lose you over spoilers from a TV show that ended more than ten years ago?"

"I don't care how long ago it ended, you asked me to watch it with you, you said it'd be a cute, fun thing for us to do together, you love when we share stuff like shows and movies, and I do too. And this is how I watch shows, baby- spoiler-free. Why can't you let me watch it my way, I'm happy this way."

It was tempting to suggest to him that you blow off the rest of this event and go back to the hotel room, where you had been continuously getting drawn into stretches of watching one episode of Lost after another. You had been stopped short of reaching the finale of season four, needing to get ready for Måneskin's appearance at another Gucci publicity event.

"Do you think that I'm not literally dying to find out what happened to Claire?"

"Oh, I know you are. You blew my hearing out when Sawyer found the baby in the jungle, but then it wasn't enough to yell, you had to throw three pillows at the TV when they didn't find her by the end of that episode."

You rolled your eyes at him, adopting a sarcastic tone. "And you're never dramatic."

"I can tell you what happens." He said. "I can even tell you how you're gonna feel."

"No. 'Cause I'm gonna feel that at an even higher degree when I'm surprised by seeing it myself." You said. "I'm serious, I'm gonna go to HR and get the resignation paperwork drawn up, I'm doing it, Damiano…" You started to back away from him. "I'm doing it right now."

Before you could get too far, someone was brushing against you and your momentum was broken. You turned to where a tall, blonde woman smiled awkwardly at you, before instantly offering a wider smile to Damiano. She stepped towards him, her hand extended.

"Hi, I have been literally dying to meet you." She said - this wasn't the first time you had heard someone say something to this effect to him tonight.

Although he returned her smile, his eyes moved behind her, not wanting to lose you in this crowd of strangers. You moved to the side, her face seemed familiar, but not in a way that made you think of any names. You sipped your champagne, listening to him trading pleasantries with this woman. You guessed she was a model, as most of the people at this party were. Your eyes moved over the crowd, wondering where your friends were (Thomas was wearing a giant hat - surely, he should be easy to find), as you awaited your cue.

"Can I get a photo?" She asked.

You turned back around, smiling in a way that was similar to how you would greet clients at work. He held a hand out toward you because she didn't have an assistant or anyone with her. "Would you like for my- my girlfriend is a fantastic photographer."

You kept the eyeroll to yourself as she looked at you, a beaming smile that could probably sell a lot of products to Instagram followers. "That would be amazing."

She handed her phone to you and you held it up, as steady as possible. As you had many times tonight, you took a handful of photos, watching the immaculately-presented woman move in a little closer to him each time. 

"Thank you." She said, but she didn't check these over, because she didn't have any concerns of the capturing of a bad angle. "I have to say, I cannot believe that you are really out here, wearing a Vivienne Westwood necklace at a Gucci party." His hand went to the gold charm hanging at the open-collar of his shirt and she laughed. "That's gotta be against the rules, right?"

"Oh, but what do I care about rules, I'm a punk." He said. "Besides, how do you know that it's Westwood? Have you considered that this could be a brand new Gucci design and potentially you've not seen it yet?"

"Don't even try that. I am obsessed with Westwood, I know that crest as well as I know the back of my hand, okay? I have that crest tattooed right here…" The model's hands went to the bottom of her latex bandeau-style top and she peeled it up an inch or so, exposing more of her under-bust area.

You saw your boyfriend's eyes quickly dart away and he was reaching a hand out for you, which you grabbed with your own. 

"Well don't tell anyone, but it's not just that I'm not wearing a Gucci necklace…" He said and you were relieved when she rolled her top back down. "I'm also not wearing Gucci cologne, she's definitely not wearing Gucci perfume either."

"Guilty." You said with a shrug.

"Wow, you know I was gonna talk to security about getting you escorted out of the party, but after that, maybe you need to be deported." She said before laughing. "It was so nice meeting you."

"Oh my God, it was amazing to meet you." He said.

You waited until the model was gone, you and your boyfriend turning back to face each other. "And who was that amazing person you just met?"

A thoughtful look came onto his face and he sucked at the inside of his cheek. "Um, she's that chick from- well, wasn't she on an episode of Drag Race, she was one of those really bland guest judges, right? Like, she said yas once and you could tell someone had told her to say it for the show 'cause she'd never said it before in her life."

"Congratulations, you have narrowed that down by… abso-fuckin-loutely nothing." You said.

"You're real damn cheeky and feisty tonight, aren't you?" He asked, fishing his phone out of his pocket. "Maybe next time I wanna punish you, I'll threaten you with spoilers. Ooh, you just get so mad." He was smirking at you before his eyes dropped to his phone. "A-ha and she's tagged me, so that's who she is…" He beckoned you closer, both of you looking at the Instagram profile of the woman. "Right, you know who she is, don't you?"

You couldn't recognise her name. "No, why would I… I don't think I've seen that woman on Drag Race in my life."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, most assuredly not, I am not sure."

"Wait a second, she was at that thing? Did I meet her that night?" He asked.

"I wouldn't know, babe. I was at home that time."  

There had been a lot of parties and events that you had missed out on, experiencing it only through the photos sent to you by your friends. Now that you were physically here, you didn't feel like you were actually experiencing this. There was a sense of being out of step with everyone else - a viewer, not a participant. 

It was more than just the language barrier that was keeping you from feeling like this was your world. 

You wondered if this was how he had felt when attending your office party.

As you shifted your aching feet in your high heels, you thought about your friends. You looked for them in the crowd again, thinking about inside jokes.

Your boyfriend was right next to you, but he was distracted. He had to try to keep up in situations like this. Everyone and everything wanted you to be overlooked by him, for him to become absorbed in selfish endeavours that would grant him some more of that invisible Hollywood currency. People wanted to be seen connecting with him to further their career or his - this left you as just the no-name girlfriend, wanting to stand next to him to hold his hand and make him smile.

"Assholes!" He snapped and you whipped around to see the cause of his dissatisfaction. "They went to that food truck without us."

He showed you the screen of his phone, allowing you to see a photo of Thomas posing beside a food truck. He was wearing the same big hat and outfit he had been the last time you saw him at this party.

The truck that offered Korean barbecue had gotten the men’s attention on the drive to the party’s venue. You had never had food in that style before and so joined in on the agreement to get back to the stall once the publicity event was done.

But they had snuck away early and you were envious. You wished you were with them - thinking of food and consuming new flavours without a care of messing up your makeup.

“This is from an hour ago, so they’re probably back at the hotel. I doubt they picked anything up for us.” Damiano said, sounding annoyed.

“Well how would they know what we wanted?”

He sighed, returning his phone to the pocket of his pale pink suit. “I just wish they’d told us when they were leaving, ‘cause we could’ve gone with them. Are your shoes still hurting?”

You had complained of this once, after he had spotted what you tried to make a subtle wince. You didn’t want to spoil the night with an endless monologue of an issue he had no way of fixing, so you had kept it to yourself as much as possible. But he had remembered it, taking it on as his problem as well.

“I mean…”

“Don’t minimise it.” He said, practically reading your mind. “I couldn’t care less about staying, and if your feet hurt, then making you stay in those shoes would be quite inhumane. I would never do anything that cruel to you.”

You nodded. “My shoes are really, really painful, Damiano.”

“Shit, we gotta go right now. Screw Gucci, my babygirl is in pain.” He said, looking around the venue. He held your hand and took one step, before pausing, uncertain in his sense of direction. “Did we… we came in over there, right?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

He managed to take another step, but before the two of you could make any real progress, a stranger was stopping you, addressing him by his full name. They politely requested a photo on behalf of someone else, it was a name that held no significance to you, but he responded with enthusiasm.

He looked at you, showing an apologetic smile. “Five minutes, I promise.”

— — —

“Are you gonna start talking again now?” Damiano asked.

You placed your shoe on the ground amongst the rest of the rubble that had collected as the two of you got ready for the event. He was sitting separate from you, at the round dining table, taking off the various rings and jewellery his body had been adorned with.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been so quiet, ever since we left the party. I figured it was because your feet were hurting so bad…” He said.

“Oh, yeah.”

He stood up, beginning across the hotel room, to where you were. “I’m sorry that your shoes started to hurt you, but beauty is pain and all that. It comes with the territory of being the sexiest woman at the party, I guess.”

You felt a blush coming into your cheeks. “Dami…”

He knelt down next to you on the sofa. “What? It’s the truth.”

“Do you think there’s a potential bias in your judgement?” You asked as you finished removing the seemingly endless amount of pins from your hair. You placed the last bobby pin aside and turned to face where he was hovering over you.

He was grinning. “No.”

“Really? ‘Cause I wasn’t even in the sexiest outfit there.” You said of the pale pink dress you had been wearing all night. The satin skirt ended mid-shin, making it more modest than what you would choose for yourself. But how much it hid hadn’t come into your consideration when looking through the selection sent to you. The second that you had spotted it, you recognised how perfectly it matched the suit he was set to wear and that had made the decision for you. You hadn’t given any further thought to the more revealing outfits that the Gucci people had sent because all you cared about was looking perfect next to Damiano.

You had been struck by a new descriptor for your dress during the quiet ride back to the hotel. He had been distracted (again) by trying to sift through the notifications blowing up his phone, leaving you to your own thoughts as he scrolled past blue-tick accounts and gorgeous models.

Frumpy. In the full-body photos you were captured in, you saw that the long gown was frumpy. It didn’t cling to your curves, it didn’t show off any cleavage - it certainly wasn’t something you would deem worthy of a date night, those were the outfits he should want to rip off of you at first sight.

“I respectfully disagree. Do you see these tiny straps, do you see how much of your shoulders are out?” He asked, lowering himself down so that he could stroke his fingers over your shoulder. “Your smooth, gorgeous, unbelievably bite-able shoulders. And your pretty neck, which is also so bite-worthy.

“And this colour looks great on you- baby pink, it almost makes you look innocent, I said almost. And did I mention that red lipstick has been killing me all night long? It really has. Because it makes your lips look so ridiculously kissable, but of course I couldn’t kiss you because then I’d mess up your makeup and you’d probably get so mad that you’d kick me out of the room and I’d have to go share Ethan’s bed. Or the corner of the bed that he isn’t all starfished over.

“It’s been absolute torture.”

You giggled. “Do you want me to apologise?”

He sniffled theatrically. “Yes, I would really appreciate it if you did.”

You threw your arms around his bare shoulders, pulling his body over to you. “I’m so sorry baby, can you ever forgive me? What if I gave you a million kisses right now to atone for my callous torture?”

“I can’t say for sure, but I think it’s worth a try.”

You were smiling as you smacked a kiss onto his lips. He didn’t resist and so you kept going, kissing him on the nose, then one on each cheek. In already shedding his jacket and shirt, he had made available a lot of space for you to cover in kisses. Your lipstick had been applied so long ago that it was past the point of transferring onto his skin, no matter how hard you kissed him.

“Wait, do you really think you weren’t the best dressed person there?” He asked.

You paused from kissing just beneath his earlobe. “That’s not what I said- I said that my outfit wasn’t the sexiest.”

“Oh.” He nodded. “Wait, what do you mean not the sexiest?”

You sighed, dragging your nails lightly down his back. “Baby, can we just skip over talking about this?” You started to kiss along his jaw, hoping that by the time you reached his lips, you would have him distracted and silent. “What if we just get totally naked and then no one has an outfit, the sexiest of the night or not?”

He allowed for you to land a single kiss on his mouth, then he was leaning back, slightly out of range. He was studying your eyes as he stroked your hair away from your face. “I thought you liked your dress. Obviously I love it, but that’s totally not the point. Do you not think it looks good?”

“No, I mean, yes, I mean… maybe, I…” You exhaled heavily, cradling your forehead in your hand. “I don’t know. I’m just not as confident as you are. And even though I know why I picked the dress, I kinda couldn’t help feeling inadequate amongst everyone else in their flashy, colourful, expensive, sexy clothes.”

“Inadequate?”

“Yeah…”

He was watching you, a look of careful consideration on his face. “Do you think you’d feel differently if you had been wearing something else, like, let’s trade outfits with someone who was there?”

“Miss OMG Westwood.” You said, the model’s name eluding you still. “With the blue lace and the latex top…”

“You thought that was sexy?” He asked, his face screwed up in distaste.

“Yeah, you didn’t?”

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t get that look, oh at all. I guess that boob tube thing could be cool in a different colour. That, in red? I would probably wear it. But with how close it was to the colour of her skin- it gave her the look of, like, a Barbie doll torso, all smooth and shiny like plastic.” You laughed but he was yet to crack a smile. “If she’s happy in it, then that’s all that matters. But if I had to choose between you in this dress or in that two-piece, I’m keeping you in this dress.”

“Well, that’s a bad example, then. But surely there was something that you saw on somebody that you liked more than my dress, you-”

He was shaking his head again, interrupting you by showing you a stop gesture with his hand. “Nope, I’m sorry but I’m gonna cut you off right here. And I don’t mean to be rude, it’s just that I know you’re not gonna be able to change my mind.”

He was fiddling with the plain silver ring that sat on his thumb. This wasn’t one of the gaudy pieces of jewellery loaned to him for the night, this was his own. “We could literally sit here and go through every photo of every person that was there tonight and I would still just rather look at you, in this dress, exactly as you are right now.”

You fought against the urge to roll your eyes - he was feeding you clichés. You didn’t think his words were coming from a place of insincerity, but he had yet to strike the gold that could change your mood and mindset.

“And you can call me cheesy and think that I’m talking like a character in a rom com, or whatever, but this is how I really feel.” He said. “It’s not that I think you were the sexiest person there, it’s that, to me, you were the only person there.”

He picked your hand up in his, kissing the back of it. “You are the only person I see. You are the only person I want, the only person I crave.” It seemed he had struck gold - your heart launching into your throat when he looked up, your eyes meeting. “You don’t even know how much you own me, but you do. I wish I could make you see how much you own me, I wish I knew how to make you understand.”

“I love you, Damiano.”

“I love you too.” He leaned back in, kissing you by the corner of your mouth. But before you could turn your head and attempt to capture his lips with yours, he had moved again, now resting his head on your shoulder. “And I love you in this dress…

“I’ve already mentioned all the fun, sexy parts that I’ve been able to stare at all night. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about, daydreaming of everything the dress is covering, it’s just as sexy.” He said, his hands moving up from your wrists, going up towards your shoulders. “In fact, it might be even sexier, because your wonderful body is like a secret, just for me.

“Or am I way off the mark?” He asked, bringing his hands to rest up high on your back. “I just like that you and me have all these things that exist only for us. It’s only you and it’s only me.”

You smiled as you felt the zipper opening, beginning to expose your back. “I like that too.”

He had slid one hand under your dress. “I kind of want to show my appreciation for those parts your dress has been hiding, but in a, like, extra kind of style.”

You opened your eyes wide, feigning shock. “You wanna do something extra, do you even know how to be extra?”

He ignored your teasing as he stood up. “With your permission, of course…”

He left your line of sight, disappearing into the bathroom. As you waited, you finished the job of removing your dress. You stepped out of the gown, promptly returning it to the safety of the garment bag. Dressed in only your strapless bra and pantyhose, you returned to the couch, where he joined you a moment later.

His lips had dramatically changed, now coated in the same dark red shade you had been wearing all night. “I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed some of your lipstick…”

“It’s hard to mind anything when you look so damn good.” You said, silently appreciating that there wasn’t a single speck of the bold pigment on his teeth.

“Well that’s not the point. I figured that it looks so sexy on your lips, so potentially, it could look sexy on other parts of you. A little art project while I’m getting reacquainted with what your dress was hiding.” He explained. “For example, I guess we could start right here…”

You were already smiling before his lips were laid upon the top of your breast. You ran your fingers through his hair.

He leaned back, inspecting your chest. “Yep, it suits you there as well. But how about…?” When he moved in again, he aimed lower, a mark of lipstick left on your stomach. “Oh phenomenal, that looks so fucking great.”

There was no urge to roll your eyes now - you were sufficiently caught up in his enthusiasm. You could feel your skin heating up, beyond where his touch was reaching. You couldn’t keep yourself from smiling, your heartbeat turning into a flutter.

“There’s some other spots where I think this would suit, where it would look so fantastic.” He said, hooking his fingers into the top of your pantyhose. “Could I investigate this?”

You shifted how you were sitting on the sofa, stretching your legs out until your feet could reach the floor. “Yes, you can.”

He got up to place himself between your feet, pushing your knees even further apart. It didn’t matter that you could already anticipate what he was planning, you still got excited - goosebumps rising on your skin as he peeled your pantyhose down. Your panties were taken down and his red lips formed a smile.

But he managed to surprise you, kissing you on your kneecap, and it made you feel like giggling. Concentrating on the space directly in front of his face, he gradually moved his lips up so that he could leave marks all over the inside of your thigh.

As he got closer, you felt certain that he could smell your cunt, which seemed to be radiating an eager heat. But it didn’t have an effect on him, not keeping him from showing your other leg the same treatment as its twin. He dragged his lips higher-and-higher, routinely looking up to your face, taking notice of how you were holding your breath. He continued to not offer the relief you were craving, instead he leaned back, for more watching and observing of your current state.

“Gorgeous, just gorgeous. This colour is perfect on you, on literally any part of your body.” He said, studying the new marks on your legs. Suddenly he was furrowing his brow. “Oh wait, I think I missed a…” He was leaning in again. “...spot, right over here…”

You held your bottom lip between your teeth, full of anticipation that was making you feel like you were on the edge of a cliff. This fizzled out when he kissed the inside of your right thigh and you slumped back against the couch.

“That’s better, now it’s symmetrical and it’s even more beautiful ‘cause of it.”

“Daddy…” It was hard to keep the waver out of your voice.

“You know that I just love the symmetry.” He said. “And your legs are so beautiful. I could get obsessed and just stare for hours.”

“Stare? That’s what you’re gonna do while you’re down there, that’s all you wanna do?”

He was playing a game of connecting the dots with his finger and the lipstick prints. “Huh, well what else is there to do…” He brought his face in closer, resting his cheek on your leg. “...while I’m kneeling down here…” It wasn’t just his fingers, now he caressed your skin with his whole hand. “...in between your legs? Certainly it couldn’t be that you want lipstick all over your pussy.”

“But I do.”

“I hadn’t thought of that. But I suppose we could try, because if the colour suits those lips so perfectly…” He pointed to your face. “Then it’s probably gonna look great on these lips as well.”

You were grinning when he finally moved his face into your crotch. You let out a happy sigh at the first contact, which came in the form of a sweet kiss from his shut mouth. He lingered here, the heat of his mouth combining perfectly with the wet heat pooled in your pussy.

“Mm…” His moan vibrated into your body, a tantalising massage that made your heart race faster. “...mm…” You felt his mouth moving.

Then he was leaning back, his lips popping open as he went. “...mwah!”

You giggled as he looked up at you, clearly proud of himself. There was a sparkle in his eyes as he moved his hands to your thighs, moving your legs a little more apart.

The giggle died, strangled in your throat, when his lips returned to your pussy, this time with his mouth open. His tongue swiped between your folds, pressing into where your clit was pulsing, desperate for attention. He flattened his tongue against it and you rocked your hips forward, unable to think of anything except more.

You felt his lips resting against you and then the vibrations began again. “Mm…” He gave his head a little shake, making you twitch. “...mm…” You couldn’t help writhing as you waited for the conclusion of this kiss, which he delivered with a flourish. “...mwah!”

You worked at catching your breath as he looked up at you. It was a grounding moment where no confusion, comparisons or insecurities were allowed to exist.

He licked his smudged, messy lips as he leaned back in, his face buried into your pussy. He presented the tip of his tongue in between your labia, flicking it from side-to-side across the clitoris. This quick increase in intensity had you curling your trembling hands into fists.

Your heart launched into your throat when you felt him moving down lower, giving your throbbing clit some recovery time. He licked his way down to your entrance, swiping the tip of his tongue along your slit, without penetrating. You twitched in your seat, silently praying that you would be able to make it through the rest of his teasing.

He buried his tongue inside, making you squirm as he sought to plunge in so deep at once. His tongue wiggled in, tasting the textured skin.

And it seemed he was pleased with the taste, because you were soon hearing, and feeling, another of his satisfied hums.

“Mmm…” You felt his tongue pulling back, gliding along the roof of your vagina on its way. “...mmm…” He retracted and leaned back with another exclamation. “...mwah!

“It tastes so fucking good.” He said, breathless as he sat back. “And look at it covered in lipstick, wow. It’s bright red like a cherry, but it tastes so much better, it’s so much better, kitten.”

You put a hand over your face. “I probably look like I have the weirdest rash ever.” 

“Not true, you look gorgeous.” He started to get up from where he had been kneeling, dragging his hands up your legs as he went. “You look like the most gorgeous woman, covered in nothing but lipstick, placed with love.” You peered through your fingers at him. “In fact, you’ve looked like the most gorgeous woman all night. You do believe me when I say that, right?”

You lowered your hand, looking directly at your boyfriend as you started to bite your thumbnail. “I believe that’s what you believe.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Do you know what I’m thinking?”

“No, but I’m sure it’s something that’s gonna need some censoring.” You said. “We’re still in America, darling.”

“I’m thinking…” He picked your hands up, gently pulling to bring you out of your seat. “I’m thinking that this is gonna take more than some lipstick.”

You got to your feet, allowing him to lead you into the bedroom. There were some kisses exchanged (more chaste than you would have liked) before you were placed on the bed. It was still in a mess from the night before and you moved up to the pillows, lying down as you watched him removing his pants.

It was your little secret that it wasn’t just his necklace that didn’t adhere to the Gucci dress code - it was also his underwear.

These were soon joining his pants on the ground. On his way to joining you in bed, a condom was collected. Looking at him coming closer, you moved, changing position to something more inviting to him.

“Covering you in lipstick and showing you that your body is a literal work of art doesn’t seem to be doing the trick, you still think so little of yourself.” He said. “And it breaks my heart.”

“Sorry Daddy.”

He had knelt down near the foot of the bed, beyond your grasp so long as you remained lying down. “You should be apologising to yourself.”

“Uh…”

“I don’t want you to feel inadequate, especially not in a room of Hollywood phonies. You don’t need notoriety to be sexy or important or the most incredible woman I’ve ever met…”

You sat up. “But don’t you think- have you seriously never thought that all this stuff, these bougie events, all of this networking, would be easier if you were dating someone famous? You’ve never had that thought? Like, one of those women the tabloids put you with- if you had one of them, you’d be with someone who knows how to act because she fits in there.” His face had fallen, a slow chipping away of his playful demeanour with each word you said. “I’m just saying…”

He had turned away, his legs off the side of the bed as he supported his head with his hand. “So, this isn’t all just because of the dress?”

“I guess not.” You said, now hugging your legs to your chest. “I guess I’m just not coping with this long-distance stuff as well as I could be…”

“Well that’s why I got you out here for tonight.”

“I know and I thought it would be fun. And I have had fun, so much fun with you. And with Vic and Ethan and Tom, always. But then we get to that party and I don’t know any of those people and they definitely don’t know who I am, and that’s kinda where the fun ends, or goes on a detour, for me, at least.

“All of these people wanna know who is standing next to the Damiano David, and then they find out. Oh, just a receptionist.”

He looked at you, not quite smiling, but less visibly upset. “I think you’ll find that the term is administrative assistant.” You cracked an uneasy smile. “But you can call it whatever you want, ‘cause you’re not just a receptionist, you’re not just someone who works in admin. When I look at you, I’m seeing you, just the love of my life. Doesn’t that denote some importance?”

You nodded your head before casting your eyes down, feeling a slight stinging on your lower lids. “Yes.”

“Oh, kitten.” He started to crawl over to where you sat. “Is there… How can I make you feel important and special, above everybody else?” He pecked you on the cheek. “Would it help… can I fuck all of those insecurities out of you? Can I fuck you so senseless that you just lose all of those bad feelings, amongst others?” You raised your head and he took this opportunity to kiss you. “Would you let me take care of you in this…” He paused to let out a quick laugh. “...uniquely Daddy way? It’s backed up by absolutely no scientists or scientific evidence.”

You were properly smiling now. “You’re making Kinky Kittens LLC sound kind of shoddy.”

“I know, that’s my bad.” He said.

“We could fix that, with our own scientific testing.” You said, releasing your arms from around your legs.

He moved in closer, placing himself over your legs as soon as you moved them away from your chest, stretching them out in front of yourself. “Yeah, do you wanna do that?”

“Yes, please Daddy.”

He took your face in both hands, bringing you in and placing a series of passionate kisses on your lips. You couldn’t contain a little whimper as you wrapped your arms around him, grasping his naked body to your own. You couldn’t help but cling, needing him to fill the position of life-preserver and keep you afloat amongst the heavy thoughts that wanted to drag you down.

The tears that had earlier threatened to spill would not get the chance to do so. As his hands explored over your skin, you felt the sombre thoughts losing their strength. Instead, with every stroke from his fingers, you were getting giddier.

You followed him out of this sitting position, continuing to kiss him as he laid down on his back. As his tongue moved into your mouth, rubbing at the roof, you caressed his leg with your toes. The two of you lost your breath together, sinking into this moment that was exclusively yours.

“Come here.” He murmured against your mouth, gently trying to pull you into a different position.

“Am I not already here?” You sought to clarify.

Both of his hands were now attempting to guide you. “I want you to come and lie on top of me, with your back on my chest.”

You moved as instructed, but you couldn’t resist stealing a kiss from him in the process, before turning to face away from him altogether. It was almost a familiar position, you were used to the feeling of his toned chest pressed to your back and he could instantly find the most comfortable way to wrap his arms around you. As he kissed down the side of your neck, he placed a leg between both of yours and you were only too happy to spread your legs for him.

His teeth gently nipped at your earlobe as you settled your weight atop him. “Can I fuck those bad thoughts out of you?”

“Yes, yes please, Master.” You said, feeling giddy from the rush of anticipation - it was like the rumblings in your stomach upon viewing an appetising dish.

“I love you.” He cooed into your ear as he adjusted how he was lying. With a wiggle of his hips, you could feel his cock and you bit into your bottom lip, those earlier flutterings of sensitivities in your pussy were coming back. “I love you so much.”

“I love yuh-” You lost the rest of that sentence when he arched his back to drive his cock to its target. He stuffed himself into you, a steady hand pressed on your tummy, making you feel wonderfully secure. A breathy moan left you as your walls relaxed, your body shaping to him. “I love you too.”

There was some more adjusting required, your boyfriend working out the kinks of this position as you went along. You shut your eyes, dissatisfied that your only view was that of the white ceiling. Closing your eyes allowed you to block out everything but him, and how your body reacted to him, each movement made all the more monumental. You grabbed his wrist in your hand, at the same time, wrapping your other arm around his.

He started to rock and your body was instantly caught in his momentum. Your breath came in quicker as you felt him lifting his ass off the bed with each upswing, allowing him to delve in deeper. You felt that deep burn of desire in your gut and you grinded back, lengthening his strokes all the more. Soon that heat was radiating out through your body.

He set into a merciless pace, which saw you clinging to him tighter. He didn’t falter, his breath hot on your neck as he worked this angle as best he could. There were no further adjustments required, allowing him to concentrate on this promising speed.

His confident pumps delivered his shaft along the roof of your cunt, until he had found your g-spot. This brought a gasp from you as a new, more powerful wave of pleasure flooded through you. Your walls clenched upon him tighter than before, spasming as he retracted slightly.

Your sensitive pussy felt every throb of his dick when he pushed forward. He hit that spot again, this time bringing more than a gasp - you moaned as an uncoordinated jolt ripped through you. Your body wanted to curl up, your legs lifting and your back curving upwards.

“Yes.” He said and reached for the back of your thigh. “Pull these legs up.” He grabbed at the underside of your knee, pulling until your thigh was pressed to your chest. “And the other. Let’s turn you into a fuckball, what do you say?

“Do you wanna be my little fuckball?” He asked as you bent your other knee and brought this leg up to your chest too. You secured an arm across your legs to hold yourself in this position. “Do you wanna be my little bouncy fuckball?” He pressed his hips into your butt as you felt every muscle in your body tensing.

The anticipation was moving into that territory of being too much and you couldn’t keep your bottom lip from quivering as you strove to answer. “Yes.”

“Yes.” He echoed, holding you in place as he started to move again, this time with greater vigour. “Be my fuckball, be my perfect little bouncy toy.” Your eyes rolled back as he went on rutting up into you. “‘Cause that’s what you are, huh? You’re Daddy’s perfect toy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes Daddy, yes.” You cried out.

You felt all control leaving your body as you became nothing but a series of twitching nerves commanded by him. You writhed against him and you felt a sense of awe, happiness blooming out from the deepest parts of you.

As your walls contracted tighter around him, you heard him cursing and struggling for breath. But he didn’t stop, the firm grip on his dick seeming to make him more focused on the goal. You didn’t want to stop either, pushing back against him as much as you could manage, as much as the strength remaining in your body would allow.

“You better come all over me.” He instructed, squeezing you. “All over me.”

“Yes.” The sob ripped free from your chest.

“All over me, kitten. I wanna be fuckin’ drowning in it.” He said as you struggled to cope with the rapid acceleration of your heartbeat. “Like how I wanna drown you in my love- nrgh…” His hips stuttered up into you, his consistent tempo threatened. “Like with kisses and gifts and hugs and fucks and- mmnh… and telling you.”

“Yes, fuck yes, yes, oh.” You couldn’t help shouting as you reached the peak and began to fall apart.

Your own name seemed to reverberate in your ear as he said it again-and-again. It seemed to be the only word he knew as he drove into you to milk out every part of his orgasm. You felt yourself falling into a state of disbelief as you listened to all of the different ways he could say your name - it was a whisper, it was a triumphant chant, it was a murmured promise.

Then the suite was swallowed up by silence and his firm embrace relaxed. There were stars dancing in the darkness behind your eyelids as your body slowly came to the realisation that it was over, trying to cope with the separation.

You landed on the bed alongside him, still short on breath. You were soaking up the afterglow, your mood improved an immeasurable amount.

His fingers stroking across your cheek helped to bring you back to reality. You didn’t have to fully open your eyes, scooting in closer as your primal instincts had you seeking out the heat from his body, which had become your true home.

“How do you feel?”

You let out a contented sigh as you settled your head on the pillow next to his. “I feel like I make a damn good fuckball.”

“Fuck yeah you do.” He said, arms wrapping around you.

“I’m sorry if I killed the vibe of the night with all of that.”

“You didn’t kill anything. I just hate that you were feeling that way because you- you’re so amazing and I meant every single word and I hope you know that and I hope I can make you see that.” He said.

“I do feel better.”

“Good, because my kitten isn’t inadequate to anyone. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. There isn’t a single person that could compare to you.” He said and you nuzzled into his neck, feeling those tears brimming up again. “And I’m glad- holy fuck, you cannot even imagine how happy I am that you aren’t Hollywood. I’m so glad that you’re you because you’re perfect.”

“No, you.” You attempted to deflect.

“No, you.”

“No, you are.”

“I think you’ll find that it’s you.” He said.

You looked up at his face and smiled. “I think you’ll find that I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said, holding you tighter so that your face could be covered in more kisses. “Mm-wah, mwah, mwah, mwah, mmm-wah!”

“I’m too tired to watch anymore fuckin’ Lost tonight.”

“Oh my God, me too. Sleep, we sleep now.”

“Awesome.” You snuggled in, finding a comfortable position to fall asleep in. “You’ll just have to wait to get into discussing what happens in the season final.”

You were jostled about as he abruptly sat up. “Fuck that. I’m calling room service to bring up a million coffees right now.”

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Damiano had been down in the dumps ever since Eurovision. He had been less chipper than usual since injuring himself, which was to be expected - there were only so many times that he could laugh at Victoria’s jokes that it had happened because he was an old man that was ‘falling apart’. It was a point of frustration that seemed to affect him more with each passing day,

But in the days since the fourteenth of May, the mood had dipped even further and you watched as frustration developed into defeat.

When it had been just the two of you after that night at the Pala Olimpico (when he had quit hiding the pain that came when he walked without his crutches), he had confided these feelings of disappointment in you. Lying in your arms, he had lamented this failure of Måneskin's victory lap, as he perceived it. ‘Last year I ended on a death-drop, this year I ended with an awkward, pathetic limp off of the stage’.

You could go on telling him that not a single person was disappointed in his performance - you could repeat words of affirmation to him until you were blue in the face. But these negative emotions were too heavy to be chased away just with words.

This was an issue with the chemicals in his brain keeping him trapped in these negative cycles. Unfortunately, due to the doctor's order of resting, he couldn’t do his usual activities that gave him a rush of endorphins.

You took it on as your personal responsibility to bolster his mood - you had to get those good hormones pumping through his veins again. You had to make him forget about the pain, to forget about how bored he was of sitting still, with the injured leg elevated.

He was set up in the bedroom, giving Fringe another try after it had failed to win you over (‘from everything I read online, it all makes sense in the end’, he had told you, but you couldn’t be swayed by his spoilers). He thought you were in the living room, completely absorbed in playing Fortnite. But the new updates of the video game couldn’t keep you from thinking about your boyfriend, and planning.

You moved around the apartment without being noticed by him. You stepped into the room that served as an expanded wardrobe and beauty room - instead of a home office, as it had been intended. You grabbed a black feather boa out of your portion of the closet - you didn’t remember what costume this had been part of anymore. From his belongings, you picked out one of the many cowboy hats acquired during his time in America.

You could hear the dialogue coming from the television and you felt secure in your plan remaining secret until you were ready for the big reveal. You stripped off, down to the black lacy underwear you had put on this morning. You pushed your hair back from your face and popped the wide-brimmed hat onto your head. You draped the boa around your neck and started to leave the room before you could second-guess your decision to not put on a pair of high heels.

“Hey babe…” You called out as you approached the open bedroom door. “Is your show at a crucial part, like would it throw you off if I asked you to pause it, because I wanted to get your opinion on something?”

“Well it’s already paused. So, unless I have to get up, you can have my opinion…”

“It’s nothing super important, I was just thinking about Achille Lauro and his mechanical bull. We hadn’t really discussed it, but being a fellow singer, you can tell me if you think that would have been a difficult feat. You’ve never ridden a bull while singing, so I guess we can only speculate on whether that was…” You timed your step into the doorway with the next word that you spoke. “...hard for him.”

Instantly a wide smile grew on his unshaven face and he sat forward, no longer relaxing against the pillows. Your heart started racing as his eyes moved up-and-down your body.

“You were thinking about mechanical bulls?” He asked, his eyes continuing to study as if this was to be the last time he got to see you this way.

You strolled toward the bed. “Yeah, as I often am.” You flicked the boa around the front of your neck, to be draped over your shoulder as he chuckled. “What, do you not believe me?”

“No, it’s not that.” He said and he had pushed the blankets away, freeing his legs as you reached the end of the bed. “I just hadn’t realised that you were a mechanical bull enthusiast, or whatever. Is this something we should explore? We could watch some YouTube videos about it, I’m sure. I could probably get Lauro’s number and you could ask him yourself. He could tell us what happened to the bull after the semis.”

You propped a knee up on the edge of the bed. “No, I don’t need to know anything more about his bull, or the behind-the-scenes of his performance. What I wanna know is how easily we could recreate it…”

He leaned forward, ready to close the gap between the two of you. “What on Earth are you going on about, baby?”

Your coy smile turned into a frown and you pushed away the arm that reached for your hat. “No, you don’t get the hat. I’m Lauro, you’re the bull. I’m the stripper in the cowboy hat.”

“I’m the bull? You’re gonna need to elaborate on that for me.”

You were now kneeling down on the end of the bed and you had started to play with the boa, looking at the feathers rather than at him. “I thought we could have a play around and we could recreate that performance, because it was my favourite from this year’s contest. Aside from when you guys performed, of course. And The Rasmus, and Sheldon Riley, and Chanel, and um…

“My point is- you’ve gotta stay still, stationary, not completely unlike a mechanical bull. They’re usually locked in, on one spot, for safety reasons and whatever. So while you’re staying in bed, I could ride you.”

“You wanna ride me and my cock like a fun little attraction at a carnival? Is that what my kitten wants?”

You nodded your head. “Yes, please.”

He had moved in close enough to put his hands on your hips and you lifted your eyes, seeing the devilish grin on his face. “That sounds really sexy. And you know that I love it when you tell me what you want.” Your cheeks were filled with heat as his arms wrapped around your body. “And just ‘cause I’ve never been a bull before, that doesn’t mean you have to go easy on me.”

You drew in a sharp inhale, excitement swarming your body as he initiated the first kiss. You leaned in, with his strong hands on your back guiding you in even closer.

During this unplanned hiatus, he had been neglecting to put clothes on. Spending most of his time lying in bed, he saw no reason to go beyond the effort of changing his underwear.

Today was no exception, and as you were pulled in for a tight embrace, you felt the delight of skin-on-skin contact. Your top lip slipped in between both of his, your hat was pushed askew as you tilted your head to the right. He ran his tongue all over your lip and you could feel yourself begin to tremble.

“I have a question…” He said, his lips still very close to your own. “We’re recreating the performance, does that mean you want the song to be played?”

“Why, are you worried about the licensing rights?”

He narrowed his eyes to glare at you. “No.” He flicked at the underside of the hat, sending it flying off your head. You looked to where it landed on the ground. But before you could make a grab for it, his arm around you tightened and he grabbed your chin, directing you to look at him again. “It’s because I wanna fuck you for much longer than the three-minute limit, much longer. Much, much longer, but hey, it’s your stripper fantasy.”

He kissed you firmly before letting go of you as he laid down, returning to his horizontal position. You got up and grabbed the hat from the floor, returning it to your head. He was still wearing a smile as he watched you go over to the bedside table, opening the drawer to get a condom.

“What, what are you smiling about?”

“Nothing, I just think you’re sexy and I know you’re gonna look even sexier when you’re on top of me.” He said.

When you got back onto the bed, it was to place yourself directly on top of him. Your knees were placed on either side of his hips as you laid down, your chest pressed to his. You cupped his face in your hands, kissing him as his arms wound around you again. You swiped your tongue between his lips, swiping back-and-forth until he was moaning into your mouth. The vibrations of this seemed to reach into your brain, tantalising you on a whole new level.

As your tongue glided into his mouth, you couldn’t help but grind your hips down. This prompted a sharp inhale from him and you found his dick was starting to press into you, the shaft getting stiff.

You rocked your hips up and then down, feeling pressure developing in your gut, encouraging you to keep going. You moved slowly, lining your covered pussy up with his cock.

You were building to a momentum, with this rhythm soon delivering more of his delicious moans directly into your mouth. You felt him arching his back as you stroked yourself along his dick again-and-again.

"Hey, my little cutie stripper…" He murmured against your lips, his tone of voice had an atypical whine as he spoke.

"Mm…" You hummed, stealing some more kisses from him. "Yes, Master?"

"I bet you like tips, huh? I bet you love it when your customers are appreciating your dancing by tipping you."

"Is this about to lead into you making a joke about how you wanna put the tip in?" You asked.

He smiled, barely containing his laughter. "Um, maybe." You rolled your eyes, sitting up. "Come on, that was gonna be a really funny line, so funny that you wouldn't be able to resist letting me put the tip in."

"You'll have to come up with something else, then." 

But his quick wit failed him, instead he was silently watching how you moved. You had started to crawl down his body (keeping in mind a caution over his injured leg), placing a trail of kisses along his skin as you went. Soon you had gotten too low, the brim of your hat keeping you from seeing how he was observing you. But his reactions came in different forms, you saw how still his chest had gotten and you felt him squirming beneath you. You felt him tilt his hips as you got closer to the waistband of his briefs.

You let your lips linger at the bottom of his stomach as your hands moved to grasp his underwear. You pulled them down and his completely erect cock came free. You sat up, adjusting the hat as you planned your next move. You picked up the condom and tore the wrapper away.

You wrapped a hand around his length and sucked your cheeks in, letting all of the saliva in your mouth gather together. You spat this large droplet out onto the tip of his cock and he let out a shaky exhale. You moved your hand up his shaft, dragging your fingers over where your spit was mixing with his pre-cum. Then you stroked down, coating him.

"Yes." He whispered as you gently jerked him, getting him wetter. "Yes, oh good girl. What a good girl, what a good stripper."

You held him steady as you brought the condom over, placing it over just his tip. You locked eyes with him and found that he was biting into his lip. You licked your lips and bowed your head down, lining your lips up with the latex ring. With the right amount of pressure, you were able to use your lips to unroll the condom, your mouth helping to cover his dick.

"Mm, fuck." He moaned, he wanted to buck up into your throat, you could feel it in how he squirmed. "Pretty stripper, please ride me. Please put on your little show for me."

You drew your mouth away from his dick, sitting up again. You readjusted the hat and met his eye. You pushed your bra strap off of your shoulder. “Do you want a show, something like this?” You pushed the other strap away and he nodded.

You put your back to him and reached up for the clasps of your bra. You undid this and freed your arms from the straps, placing one arm across your chest to hold the lingerie in place before you turned to face him again. You had never done anything like this before, but you felt reassured that you were doing a good job due to how he was watching you.

It was as if he would never get tired of looking at you, as if he never wanted to look at anyone else.

You wrapped your hand around one of the bra cups and pulled this away from your breasts. With a flourish, you raised your hand up over your head.

“Fuck yeah.” He said, those hungry eyes dragging up-and-down your torso.

You threw your bra aside. “Do you like this show?”

“I do.”

“Did you know that there was an interactive element?” You asked.

“I didn’t know that.” He said. “I’d just like to say that I’m excellent at audience participation.”

You returned to your earlier position of straddling him and he reached out for you, his hands higher on your sides. This time when you laid yourself down on top of him, you weren’t lining your face up with his. Instead you ensured that he got a face full of your tits. 

He took immediate advantage of this - cupping one with his hand while the other was worked over by his lips, with just the right amount of his tongue gliding across your skin. You could feel your nipples hardening while there was a fire developing in your gut.

As he lavished attention upon your tits, you tried to brace yourself with one hand gripping the headboard. Your other hand went to your lacy underwear. You tugged it down off of one side of your hip, then the other, continuing to work the lingerie down. It wasn’t going as smoothly as you would have liked and you weren’t feeling confident in how long you could last before falling.

Your ability to hold yourself up was instantly ripped away when he attacked your nipples - sucking one into his mouth while pinching the other. With a shudder, you let yourself go, landing on top of him with the panties down around your knees.

"Fuck, Daddy." You whimpered.

He gasped, wrapping his arms around you. "Oh my God, a wet pussy just landed on my tummy."

You strained to reach down and push your panties entirely off without sacrificing any of this proximity. “Mm-hmm, where else do you want that wet pussy?”

He groaned, letting his neediness shine through. “You already know.”

You got your underwear down until you were able to kick the lingerie off. You started to sit up again, a smile on your face. His hands pawed at you some more as you returned to your straddling position.

But this time it was for real. You planted your ass down on the tops of his thighs, the eager heat radiating out from your cunt as you got your bodies lined up. Your labia majora parted for his cock and he hissed through the sensitivity of his throbbing shaft pressing into you.

Tensing your thighs, you lifted yourself up for this adjustment. With one hand around his shaft, you started to guide him to your dripping entrance. His hands held your hips, gripping so tight that you could feel his fingernails as he arched his back. More of his dick disappeared into you.

Your chest expanded as you revelled in the endorphins that flooded your system. You could only hope that your cunt was having a similar mood-boosting effect on him.

You put a hand to the top of your head, making sure the cowboy hat was secure before rocking your hips back. “Mn, do you like this stripper, Daddy?”

“God, yes.” He purred, raising his hips to collide with how you rocked forward. “I hope you can forgive me for not having that performance memorised…” His grip on you had relaxed somewhat. “I think I only watched it one time, so I’ll need you to clarify some things for me…”

You met his eye as the two of you experimented with a relaxed tempo. "Such as?"

"Like, the speed of the bull. Was it slow and gentle to start?" He asked, moving his body into you. "I assume that it would be, right? It has to build…" 

“Um, yeah…” You said, grinding into him without feeling the need to increase the pressure just yet. You took this moment to enjoy the stretching of your cunt as your body fell into sync with his. “That sounds about right.”

His hands moved all over your body, gripping your thighs then caressing your face. The feather boa ran down the front of your body, each end dangling freely by your tummy. It reacted to your movements of its own accord, the feathers brushing against and tickling your sensitive nipples.

You watched how Damiano writhed under you and it only excited you further. You felt a little flutter in your inner-walls as you appreciated this perspective and the sense of control it allowed you to indulge in. It would only be fleeting, but you still enjoyed it, you felt so empowered to see exactly what you were doing to him.

“But they wouldn’t have it at the same speed for the whole segment, would they?”

You licked your lips as you shook your head. “No, the speed definitely changed.”

"It started to pick up some speed." He threw you off the stable rhythm by jerking up into you quicker than before. A surprised gasp left your mouth. "And those bucks got a bit wilder…" Before you could fully recover, he had snapped his hips into yours and you felt him deeper inside of you. 

“Fuck.” You whimpered, your voice beginning to break. “Unf, Damiano…”

He had returned himself to the status of dominant. Topping from the bottom, he was back in control and you were merely along for the ride. It was no longer your responsibility to guide, your only job was to make sure you didn’t get thrown off as he picked up more speed.

“Was it just like this- was it this hard and fast?” He asked through laboured breaths. His hands went to your hips as he continuously drove into you, determined bucks as he got all that he could from this angle.

“Yes, yes, hard and fast, that’s exactly how it went.” You said, even though you weren’t certain that this was the truth. At this point, your impulses were taking over your brain and your thoughts were getting scrambled. You couldn’t recall the lyrics to the song, never mind the exact movements of a prop that had been on stage for a portion of the performance.

Your pussy clenched tighter around him as he continued to work into you, his swollen tip massaging your sensitive walls. Your excitement bred recklessness and there was no backing down until you got to the peak. You followed his body through this wild speed, wherein each collision had more impact than the one before it.

“Hard and fast, hard and fast…” He said. “Is this how it was, for the whole song?” You could only whine wordlessly in response. “Hard and fast…

“Hard…

“...and fast…”

Each word synced up with a powerful jolt that had your eyes rolling back. Your pussy pulsed as the incredible pleasure started to drag you down. You slumped forward, the lightning-like tingles that raced all over your body left you shaking.

“Hard… nnr…

“...’nd fah-fast.”

It was no longer enough for him to be grinding into your hips, he sought more contact with you. He sat up, his hands grasping your back as he left kisses all over your breasts, streaks of saliva left by the eager lapping of his tongue.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders tightly, clinging to him as you were left with no place to hide. You had no chance to recover, weak to the sublime stimulations he gave you. You hadn’t noticed when it had switched, but now your desperate moans were louder than the noises of your bodies slapping together.

“Hard- ah, ah… and… fast…” His voice was strained from the effort. “Come on stripper, come on.”

“God, unf.” You whimpered, your pussy spasming as you kept bouncing on his lap.

“Come on stripper, come on.” He encouraged, as the wonderful friction made your mind go blank. “Come on baby, come- ah, yes.”

You reached your peak in an explosion, sobbing as your body grew rigid. Your grip on reality was gone and the only thing you were conscious of was how he moved, yet to lose his momentum.

“Yes, baby, yes…”

Your eyes fluttered open, as some of your strength came back to you. As much as you wanted nothing more than to be ruined by your climax, you knew that you wouldn’t be satisfied until he achieved his own release - this whole thing was supposed to be about him, after all.

You grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his head and tugged, pulling him back until you could see his face. Even as he struggled for breath (his mouth gaping open to draw in more air), you still saw that determination in his eyes, that desire continued to burn.

It didn’t matter that you had plateaued, with the sensitivity in your pussy too much to comprehend right now. His passion re-inspired you and you stopped acting as a rag doll. Beginning to kiss him, you rocked your body with him. You didn’t let the quaking of your aftershocks keep you from seeking that perfect synergy.

With your hands on his cheeks, you kissed him like you weren’t exhausted. You kissed him with an unwavering obsession on his passion.

The kiss was broken by him as he threw his head back. You kept your hands on his face and watched the orgasm dawn on him. His eyes squeezed shut as he completed one last powerful thrust into you. Then his jaw fell slack as the shock interrupted everything else for him. Then he started to smile, his eyes opening slightly as he enjoyed his afterglow.

You let go of him and he landed back on the bed, a sweaty mess. Your eyes instantly went to the item next to him - the cowboy hat had fallen off at some point.

Before he could notice, you grabbed it. You shoved the hat back on top of your head - the feather boa, on the other hand, you were done with remaining true to that aspect of the costume. You pulled the accessory off, many of the feathers transformed into something less pretty following their contact with your sweat. You tossed it aside.

Beneath you, he was trying to catch his breath. You moved off of him and felt pins and needles swarm your legs straight away.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t get the costume perfect, I was literally making it up as I went along.” You said.

“You don’t need to apologise, the person wearing the costume- that’s the perfect part. The amazing part, actually. You could wear anything and…” He trailed off as he looked at you. “Why did you put the hat back on?”

“Um, hello- showmanship.” You said. “Have you ever heard of it?”

He was laughing as he reached out and grabbed you. “Come here, you silly kitty.”

You laid down next to him, letting him take the hat off of you before he kissed you. You let out a dreamy sigh as your body effortlessly settled in next to his. “I didn’t hurt your leg, did I?”

“Nope, not at all. How do you feel?”

“Great.” You said as his hand slowly moved through your hair. “I feel that’s a performance worthy of twelve points from the jury.”

“I don’t know about the jury, but I would love to give you sixty-nine points.” He said, tickling the nape of your neck until you were giggling. “Thanks for coming in, I wasn’t ready for a surprise like that. And it was a lot of fun, more fun than I’ve had-... well, whatever. You’re really amazing at taking care of me.”

“You deserve it.” You said simply. “Did you want a cup of tea?”

He held tightly onto your arms to prevent you from leaving. “No, I just wanna lay here with my kitty and feel good. Were you winning at your game?”

“Not so much. The reload time of these new weapons kept screwing me over.” You said.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out and be back to winning soon enough. You’re really great at picking up new things quickly- shooting, stripping, I could go on-and-on.”

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Damiano had been in a bad mood all day (even before he had to leave for a lengthy round of signing contracts - pushing Måneskin into new territories meant new deals had to be struck, from record companies overseas affiliates, different touring companies, to all the companies who wanted to use their hype to sell, sell and sell some more).

It had all started with the absence of his morning cup of coffee - your fault, you had finished off the last of the instant coffee the afternoon prior. He didn’t understand why you hadn’t warned him, or tried to rectify the situation yourself. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t order a café-made beverage (he could surely afford UberEats), if he required caffeine that desperately. You were used to him craving tea more than anything, anyway. 

He couldn’t explain to you why coffee was his main focus this morning, all he could express was that he was disappointed in you. Making him a cup of tea didn’t solve his pouting, even though he had thanked you. 

You kept to yourself any jokes that fame had officially changed him and now that he had internationally recognised awards, he was a diva. Instead you gave him space to be crabby, to feel these frustrations on a level that didn’t quite match the significance. He was cute when he was petty and irritated.

When it was time for him to get ready to leave, he found something new to bitch about, shouting your name out from the bathroom, interrupting your playing video games. You got up from the couch, heading towards the sound of his voice.

“What the Hell do you call all of this?” He asked, scowling as he gestured to his neck and some red patches across his bare chest.

You squinted, stepping in a little closer. “Hm, some sort of rash, it could be fatal.” You had left hickeys, you had done so without asking his permission, that would surely earn you more than a couple of spanks. But they looked good on his skin and you were ready to defend yourself by pointing out that he hadn’t complained when you had been creating them. “It’s hard to say, really. Especially because I dropped out of med school before I could get my degree in dermatology.”

He didn’t match your smile, instead glaring at you. “You’re being a real brat today, do you know that?”

You bit into your bottom lip, but you could do no more to contain the giddy grin on your face. Hearing that single word had you feeling an electric charge in the air between the two of you. It had been a while since he had called you that, even longer since your last proper punishment - the most recent had been your task of cleaning his shower in your birthday suit, but he hadn’t even been around to watch or ensure you were doing your chore correctly.

You saw a glimmer of potential, sensing that anything could happen and it motivated you to push a little more.

You faked an exasperated sigh, complete with rolling your eyes. “Is this about the fuckin’ coffee again, your majesty?”

Something flashed in his eyes and his brows jumped up. “You wanna run that by me one more time?” You folded your arms, staying silent. “If I didn’t have to go to work- you would so be getting punished.”

You proceeded to ignore this threat altogether. “Hey, I have an idea. Did you want me to get a marker and I can write on the back of your hand- just make a little note so that you don’t forget to get coffee while you’re out?”

He stepped into the space directly in front of you and hooked a finger under your Chanel collar, pulling it taut, exerting some power. “Watch yourself, bad kitten.”

Your lip trembled as your mind was almost taken over by the urge to say, or what? But you just smiled at him, acknowledging that your point had already been made.

Thick, in the air between the two of you - you could feel the intoxicating, disorientating duel that lust was having out with danger. You couldn’t stop yourself from being drawn into his dark mood, a taste for it settling at the back of your throat.

“Whatever you say, Master.” It could have sounded like the compliance of a well-behaved submissive, if not for the tone of voice you used when delivering the phrase.

He let go of your necklace, the beginnings of a smirk twitching at his cheek. You turned around, leaving him to finish getting ready. As you walked back to the living room, you discovered that the tension wasn’t just in the air between the two of you - the whole apartment was now filled with that electric charge, what could have been a warning sign.

The atmosphere was now so different, but you found that you liked it. You were kept on your toes - your mind abuzz with comebacks should he have anything else to say, more ways to outwit him, or otherwise vex him.

You sat back down on the couch and automatically picked up your gaming controller, before hesitating. You found that the world of Pokémon wasn’t your main priority. You felt a deep resistance to returning to your state of relaxation. 

You felt you should be somewhat prepared for what would come next, because you were absolutely certain that this was not over.

--- --- ---

The unresolved tension permeated the apartment, lingering long after he had left for the afternoon. You could feel the threats dancing in the air all around you. It was like waiting for a show to start - that moment of almost holding your breath before the first note of music hit.

Or it was a gun that had been cocked, and you were just waiting for it to be fired. You felt yourself at the edge of your seat.

You found yourself unable to properly concentrate, forced to put on something you had already watched - Bridgerton. You had been meaning to re-watch the first season without sewing in front of you, stealing your focus.

But fifteen minutes in, you realised this was not a wise decision. You were shifting uncomfortably on the couch as two characters fucked against a tree. It didn't matter that this was the most lacklustre sex scene of the series - it was enough to have your cheeks filling with heat. Just the idea of sex made you yearn for your boyfriend, made you feel the unresolved lust so heavily in your chest.

You tore your eyes off of the tv and grabbed your phone from the couch cushion beside you. There weren't any notifications from Damiano to get your attention - instead you considered the time, calculating that he had been gone for three hours. You opened the messaging app, decided that it wasn't too early to be contacting him.

What time are you gonna be home? I wanna make you dinner - you hadn't a single meal that you could prepare for him in mind. But the fabrication allowed you to avoid immediately showing how needy you were feeling.

Not sure yet, babygirl. We all wanna be done with the boring business shit cos Thomas has this riff he wants to play us, but not yet, more talking numbers and living the dream. You could hear his voice saying this so sarcastically, probably rolling his eyes a little. I'll message you when I'm getting in the car. He closed out the text with a couple of heart emojis.

You sent back a kissy face and what hopefully came across as a relaxed response - sounds good.

You could pretend that you weren't feeling impatient - making yourself a cup of tea and not messaging him. You knew that he would be having fun in the studio and you would never want to interrupt the band's creative process. You played games on your phone and told yourself that you could easily endure this.

The impatience came slithering back in, your jaw clenched as you sat through the third episode. The heroine was learning how to masturbate and you were shifting your legs - placing the left over the right, pressing your thighs against one another. Your underwear was feeling uncomfortably tight.

Afterwards, Daphne looked so pleased with herself, smiling a secret smile that you envied. You were thinking of how much better you would feel to just come and get it out of the way. You got up from the couch, going to the bedroom as you wondered over whether or not you had packed your vibrating wand into your bag for this visit.

The large device was there, lying amongst your clothes. You bit into your lip, so tempted to pick the toy up, your fingers practically itching and your cunt aching from all the blood that was rushing to the area.

But you resisted, it wouldn't be the same without his approval.

You were typing a new message to him, Daddy. You felt pathetic, so desperate that you couldn't wait for his response before sending your next message, I miss you.

He sent you back a short, but very loud video. The music was more than just Thomas' guitar, now Ethan was drumming to add to the tune. To this new song, Damiano was bopping around, incorporating some flourishes with his available hand. Victoria appeared in the background, bouncing happily.

Stop being so cute when I'm already so needy over you - you responded, with a sad faced emoji to complete the message. He reassured you, I'll take care of my needy girl when I get home.

It's hard to wait, when all I can think of is what you could do to take care of me.

Can you do me a favour? - he asked and your thumb hovered over the touchscreen, but his next message had come through before you could type a single letter. Look up the definition of the word patience.

Yes, Master - you held yourself back from adding any eye-rolling emojis.

You didn't send another message, you put your phone down - a way of gagging yourself, determined to leave him to his work. It didn't matter how clingy your horniness was making you feel, that wasn't his priority right now.

If you stopped messaging, he would stop thinking about it - but it was far from that simple for you. It was like a pressure on your chest and all that you wanted was to relieve it.

Your empty hands clenched and your eyes moved back to the wand. You felt your heart rate increasing and you reached for your bag. You went so far as to take the vibrator out, lying it across your lap and just staring at it.

It had been so long since you had played with yourself without his participation, guidance or permission. It felt alien and strange. Certainly this would be viewed as misbehaviour in the eyes of your master.

But you couldn't get yourself to put the wand away. It was an itching, which kept your attention, making you fidget.

If you could only scratch it.

--- --- ---

You withheld from indulging with the vibrating wand for a little over an hour, making it through another episode of Bridgerton as you ate a tortilla. You had kept your phone close at hand, despite receiving no new messages from Damiano.

But now you had run out of lives in the puzzle games on your phone. And the itch was still present. You took the clean dishes out of the dishwasher, stacking them neatly away before placing your lone plate into the appliance. Your mind wandered out of the kitchen, instead travelling down to the bedroom. You looked around yourself, seeking something to fill your empty, idle hands.

You stared at the screen of your phone, not looking up as you walked the familiar path to his bedroom. You were trying to make a notification from him come into reality by simply hoping hard enough. You wanted him to distract you with a message but you couldn’t send another one.

You wanted him, but you also needed to not bug him during work. The cuteness of needy had a shelf life.

In the interest of not moving into the territory of annoying, you picked the vibrator up, but this time you kept it in your hand. You had resolved to take care of yourself and you sat down on the bed, spreading your legs. You placed your phone aside as you started to feel into your body, trying to tap into the natural path of your desires, just like he had taught you.

You would feel better for masturbating - you would be able to relax and think about something other than sex. Even though you were desperate for whatever small relief you could get, you were aware that you weren’t acting at your most obedient.

You tinkered with the intensity settings of your toy, leaning back against the pillows as you planned how to edge yourself. You hoped that the lack of orgasm would lessen his disappointment over not being included in this. You planned for a temporary escalation, a quick increase in excitement. But nothing that would leave you rattled for hours, or leave you too exhausted to meet his energy when he got home.

You pressed the vibrating head to your stomach, against your bare skin and you applied pressure, letting the pulsations run deeper. With your free hand, you started to lift the bottom of your shirt. The clothing had begun to feel suffocating on your heated skin, so you tossed it across the room - your grip on the toy not slipping.

Your exposed nipples instantly perked up and a low sigh escaped your lips as you eased the wand a little lower. You leaned back, legs stretching out then squirming across the rumpled sheets. Lying on his bed, you were surrounded by his scent, like an echo of all of his past embraces and it brought those memories even closer. When your eyes began to flutter shut, you had images of him flash through your mind. His voice was now so familiar to you that it wasn’t difficult to imagine him saying the things that you needed to hear.

You brought the wand down to rest at the waistband of your panties. You had no intention to remove the lacy pink lingerie - it was simply unnecessary because you weren’t planning on penetration.

You were squirming a bit more, feeling heat swarming to your cunt and the vibrations were starting to mess with your nerves. The arousal was swelling up, a blissful wave that wanted to cover you. You gave into how good this all felt and switched the pulsations up to the next level of intensity.

With a shudder, you tilted your hips forward. You bit into your lip as memories of past adventures upon this bed began to bombard you. It was easy to get lost in all of this, caring less about the toy staying in one place as you instead fixated on the memory of the first time he had blindfolded you. It was here that you had called him Daddy for the first time. Sitting on the ground next to the bed, you had swallowed his cum for the first time. Each first got him so excited, making him want to celebrate the significance with an impassioned, hard fucking.

You moaned as you dragged the toy up, regaining control before the bulb could get any closer to your clitoral hood. It had slipped onto your mound, mere inches from the hood, serving to send jolts of excitement directly to your core.

It was vibrating too hard to get that close to your clit without posing a threat to your composure. Even though this endangered your plan, you couldn’t make yourself take the wand away. You were too weak to turn the vibrations down. You were getting carried away, choosing to ignore every opportunity to stop, in favour of having more breath robbed from your lungs.

You let your whole body indulge, more noises coming from your throat as you stopped trying to control your reactions. This resulted in your hips jolting up, a feeling of wanting to break becoming your strongest desire. Your next whimper was louder as the pleasant tingling radiated out.

Was this still technically edging? You didn’t pause to Google the definition, instead just following what felt good. There was still so much to be explored between your current state and the finish line of climaxing.

You rolled to your side, the wand still in place, until you were lying on top of it, with your body now positioned to be face-down. This allowed you to grind against it, your hips moving in a jittery way that was devoid of any style. But it felt great.

In fact, it felt so fantastic that your jaw had become slack, saliva slipping over your bottom lip to form the beginnings of a puddle on his pillowcase. Your nostrils were filled with the scent of his shampoo, which brought back memories of silky thick hair grasped between your fingers.

You kept rubbing yourself against the toy, letting the friction build. It was a pointless endeavour, but you couldn’t help whimpering a little as you lost yourself in the fun of indulging. You weren’t thinking of the predetermined unsatisfactory ending of this edging session, instead you were letting your body do what it wanted. Which at the moment was grinding the head of the wand closer to your pussy, all the while letting your sounds of delight get louder, expressing yourself with more freedom.

“Babygirl…”

You hardly reacted at first, assuming this was just a memory. You blamed it upon your arousal - it was tricking your senses and making this recollection even more vivid. Everything was heightened and it made the lust captured in these memories feel close enough to touch.

“Where are you? Is my sleepy kitty already asleep?”

Your eyes snapped open, this realisation of just how wrong you were, made a cold shiver run down your spine. You instantly shut yourself up and your fingers fumbled for the toys' control buttons. You were already holding your breath a little as you heard Damiano’s footsteps down the hallway, accompanied by the jingling of various strands of jewellery knocking against one another. You wiped the drool from your chin and sat up, placing the wand under one of your legs. You weren’t able to plan any ways out of this, you were too frazzled to even know what to expect.

He appeared in the doorway and your heart fluttered as you showed him a weak smile. “Hey, what’re you up to?” He didn’t rush over to be at your side, instead taking the time to remove his boots. “Are you alright? You look a…”

“Um, yeah, I’m just…”

He walked closer to the bed, his smile growing wider as he did. “Oh, wait a minute, I know that look.” He licked his lips and lowered himself down to sit alongside you. “And the messages you were sending…” He pushed your hair away from your face, curling it behind one ear with a tender-level of care. “Why am I surprised to find you wearing that look, and not much else?”

He stroked the side of your face and moved in closer, allowing you to feel his body heat. He was looking into your eyes, making you squirm because it was more than your heart that was fluttering now. “Was my horny kitty unhappy about being left home alone?”

“Yeah.” You said breathlessly. “I have to tell you something.”

“Oh?” His lips were less than an inch from yours. “Do you have a li’l secret to share?” He paused and shifted how he was sitting. He started to reach down to your leg. “Hang on, what is this in…” He wrapped his fingers around the toy and lifted it up, out from beneath your limb. “What’s this doing in here? Is that why you’re just in your panties and looking all flustered?”

“Yes, I-”

“Were you playing with yourself, behind my back, without permission?”

“I- kind of, it wasn’t- I wasn’t going to- I just…” You were babbling and you tried to take the toy into your own hands, but he moved it out of your grasp. “I haven’t done anything but edge and I swear that’s all I was gonna do. I mean, look- look at me, I haven’t even taken my panties off. And I wasn’t going to, I really wasn’t…”

He was nodding. “Right, I can see that. And you won’t get to take them off.”

“But they’re all wet and they feel-”

“Do they feel like misbehaviour? ‘Cause that’s what you were doing. Misbehaving, being a naughty li’l thing. You really couldn’t wait for thirty minutes?” He asked. 

“This isn’t how good girls behave, you know that, right? This kind of thing, this is shit that brats do.” He said and you felt your throat clench. “And you don’t want to be a brat, do you?” You shook your head. “No, and that’s exactly what I thought.

“Well, we can fix that and you can be my good girl again.” He said.

Quickly, you had begun to nod. “I’ll do whatever it takes, whatever you want. You know I will. I’ll keep these on for as long as you tell me to.”

“Oh, I think we’ll need to go further than that. I don’t think that keeping your wet panties on is much of a punishment. Is that really gonna help you learn your lesson? ‘Cause I’m not totally convinced.”

You grabbed his leg and gave it a squeeze. “Anything you want, Master.”

“I do have something in mind, something new. Can I show you and if you don’t like the look of it, we can decide on something different together?” He asked. His voice was filled with nothing but warmth and it made you want to let your guard down, to invest in the idea that maybe this punishment wouldn’t be too intense.

“Of course.” You said with a smile.

He got up, heading across the floor, in the direction of the shut wardrobe. “You’re allowed to be brutally honest. I paid, like, next to nothing for this, so it’s not a big deal if you don’t wanna use it.” You tilted your head to the side, curiosity rising as you watched him looking through the wardrobe. He was reaching up to the top shelf.

When he turned back to you, you saw that he now held a long stick in his hand. It was thin, and tan in colour, hardly as intimidating as anything that had been used on you in the past. As he walked over to the bed, he twirled the strip of rattan in the air and you were reminded of a cheerleader with a baton. Surely this would need to be attached to something else - what kind of punishment could be handed down with such a flimsy-looking length of wood?

“Cane.” He offered an explanation to all of your unasked questions.

“Oh, but I thought I wasn’t supposed to get fixated on spanking…” You said. “You called it basic.”

“This is different to spanking. It’s under that umbrella of impact play, sure.” He said. He propped one of his knees onto the bed, leaning and letting you get a closer look at the cane. “But this isn’t going to feel anything like the other times I’ve spanked you. You see how thin this is? It’s not gonna feel like my hand or the flogger or our paddle.”

“I’m open to trying it.” You said and it didn’t matter that you didn’t know what to expect - the quiver of curiosity was running deeper through your body.

This made him smile and he put a hand under your chin, keeping your face tilted up to his so that he could kiss you. “Of course you are. I have a question and I want an honest answer- what level did you have your magic wand set at?”

“Um…” There wasn’t any display screen and you hadn’t properly been paying attention to how many times you had pushed the plus-sign button. “I guess that it was, like, a seven, or an eight. I’m not really sure though, but-”

“Aw.” He cooed, sitting down with you again. “My silly kitten was too horny to care about counting, huh? That’s okay. I know how you get, how insatiable and excitable you get- so I think it’s a safe assumption to place you at the higher of those options. But I ask all of this ‘cause I think you should get a caning for each of those levels. Eight, that seems like a good number, right?”

“Eight?” That was much lower than any past punishment and you sat up a bit straighter, looking him in the eye as you nodded. “Yep, that’s a good number- it’s great, actually.”

“Don’t get too keen or cocky yet, babygirl. We can’t have you getting ahead of yourself.” He moved in closer and you turned your face to follow him, your lips parting in preparation of a kiss. Instead his mouth moved over, whispering into your ear. “‘Cause it’s gonna be eight on each cheek.”

It was still lower than you had expected, you had to consider the possibility that he didn’t think you could take it. “That makes sense.”

He smiled, his fingertips moving down the line of your spine as your cheek was treated to some lingering kisses. “I’m glad you agree. And you know that at any moment, no explanation required, no questioning, no need to say it more than once-”

You provided the safe word immediately. “Pumpkin.”

“Pumpkin, that’s exactly right.” He said, laying his lips on yours, indulging you in a longer kiss this time.

As you followed him into this slow rhythm, you made an observation that his mean streak might not be presenting itself tonight. The frustrations from this morning appeared to have melted away as he kissed you sweetly - sweet enough that you weren’t feeling the threat of having to wear the label of brat.

When you felt his tongue, it was a slow arrival, easing into your mouth. You moved in closer, placing your arms around his shoulders. His hands on you weren’t groping, instead treating you to tender caresses. No one was fighting for dominance.

Until he clapped both of his hands onto your butt, bringing a surprised whimper from you as the kiss was broken. He just grinned, full of devious delight. “Across my lap, kitty.”

You moved to give him a kiss before repositioning yourself, but he leaned away. In response to your pouting, he gave you the simple instruction that any more knees would have to be ‘earned’. You didn’t voice any complaints, silently lying the front of your body over his legs. You were certain you would be achieving this goal easily and quickly.

You presented your rear to him, but it seemed he was dissatisfied by how much was showing. He plucked some of the fabric between his fingers and tugged until it was all gathering between your cheeks, leaving them entirely uncovered. This served to bring the crotch of the panties closer to your skin, making your wetness impossible to ignore. It was uncomfortable and it was such a clear marker of how desperate you were, that you couldn’t help but blush.

Your attention was ripped elsewhere when he brought the stick down to hit your ass. You heard the snap before you felt the sharp stinging. The pain was so immediate and clear that you were able to visualise what it must look like, a bright pink line blossoming quickly to life. He was right, it didn’t feel anything like the impact play you had dabbled in previously. This was far more concentrated and intense, it was even more intense than the pleasures you had been guiding yourself towards with the wand.

The shock manifested itself in a yelp, which you followed up with a laugh that reflected just how short on breath you were. But you smiled, absolutely thrilled by how this was adding to the heat already pooled between your thighs.

“Did you like that?” He asked and you moaned out your approval, nodding your head. “And do you want more?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Tell me how many more you want.”

“Fifteen, please Master.”

You didn’t have to check back over your shoulder, you could tell from his tone of voice that he was wearing a smile as he spoke. “Good girl. Do you wanna keep track of that count for me? That way, I know you’re properly paying attention during this lesson I’m teaching you.”

“Yes, of course.”

The next strike came down upon the other cheek and you were amazed all over again. It was a shock to your entire nervous system and you felt yourself even closer to that edge of complete bliss.

He let each lashing stand on its own, an event separate from the last thanks to the seconds he gave you to recover between each. Some pauses felt longer than others, but each time was long enough for you to correct the countdown you were keeping in your mind.

Then he would strike you again - alternating from one cheek to the other, evenly distributing the punishment as he had promised to do. You grabbed for the edge of the mattress and gripped it through the mounting pain. Even as your throat clenched and you kicked your feet a little, you knew that you wanted more. You wanted to taste more of this hurt and the high that chased it.

His concentration was so that he was silent, but you weren’t able to channel that same level of quiet. The more that he caned you, the louder you became - your moans and stutters getting to be loud enough to drown out the crack of each strike.

With your skin feeling raw, it was becoming difficult to identify which cheek he was hitting. It was all starting to run together, the individual strikes losing their significance and just adding to the all-consuming sensation of pain. You did your best to keep your attention on the countdown, even though all that you wanted to do was dissolve into pleasures and go mindless, to let your arousal make you stupid.

“Why won’t you say your safe word?” He asked - the question coming in the lull that followed your twelfth spank.

“Because I want this.”

You didn’t release your hands from the fists that held the edge of the mattress, nor did you raise your head to look back at him. You were certain to not break this position as you awaited the last of your caning.

But the thirteenth hit didn’t come. Instead, he was speaking again, in a tone of voice that didn’t match his usual ferocity when punishing you.

“But I’m hurting you.”

You could have laughed - wasn’t that the point of all of this? Your instincts told you that laughing wouldn’t be well-received right now.

“But I like it.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“But I…” Confusion cut through the fogginess your lust had created. You stopped fixating on how there were only six hits left as you made a grasp for clarity. “What?”

Lifting your head and rolling onto your side a little, you were able to look at him. Straight away, it was evident that this wasn’t a joke. You didn’t see humour on his face, the expression he wore was something like distress. This was far more worrying to you than any of the lingering hurt across your rear-end.

“What’s going on?”

“I made you bleed.” His voice was so quiet, this level of seriousness was so far removed from what you were used to that it had you feeling a little disorientated. He had let go of the rattan stick, his hands moving to your body, to help you sit up.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.” You said, aware of how tender your body felt, but not in a way that inspired actual concern.

Checking on the state of your own butt wasn’t the easiest - requiring you to twist in an unnatural way. You crossed an arm over your lap, pulling your shoulder forward as you turned your head. It wasn’t a complete view, but it was enough for you to see the damage that had transfixed him to the point of forgetting your punishment.

It looked much worse than it had felt when he had been repeatedly laying the cane into your skin. You saw thin lines of red slashed across the flesh, some were deeper in colour than others. You could see at least one that had begun to bead with blood.

It looked like a sight of trauma, a clear cut above the other marks he had left on your body. But you were reminded of paper cuts and scraped knees - inconsequential injuries that might not grab your attention straight away. The adrenaline (the fraught tension you had been building all day) was keeping you from feeling the pain as any kind of real threat.

Your ass throbbed and stung, but you didn’t think you would be crying over this, not while your blood was pumping to so many other parts of your body. Feeling this pain was far from the top of your list of priorities.

But you didn’t resist his efforts to take care of you, to treat this injury as something that required immediate attention. He scooped you up in his arms, saying the wounds needed to be rinsed. You could feel and see that he was trembling as he took you into the bathroom.

You were relieved to be freed from your panties as he started up the shower. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” He asked, holding a hand under the stream as he tested the water temperature. “You’re the one who’s bleeding.” He wasn’t removing any articles of clothing and you were getting into the shower on your own.

“Yeah, but I’m fine. I can hardly feel it.” You stood at the edge, out of the spray.

“Really?”

Instantly you turned around to face him. “Yes Damiano, I would never lie to you.”

He half-smiled when you laid your hand on his wrist. “I know, but I- it looks pretty scary.”

“Yeah, but it’s gonna- oh…” The water hitting your raw skin made you flinch, the wounds felt like they were swollen, already. You laughed in the face of this surprise. “Okay, I can feel that now.”

“Yeah, now you’re feeling that.” He said, the smile on his face wasn’t as authentic as you were used to.

You turned towards the stream of water, feeling refreshed as it splashed against your face. You could feel yourself coming back to reality. The stinging was getting to be unpleasant.

When you looked around, you found that he was still fully clothed. He had collected a glass from the counter and was crouched down. He let the glass fill with water then upended it over your rear-end. You held back the grimace as he tipped the water from the cup over-and-over, cleansing the area as gently as he could manage.

Once you had adjusted to this strange, prickling sensation, you checked back on him. He was concentrating on the task at hand, which wasn’t unusual - he always took aftercare seriously. But the level of concern still on his face was unusual.

You realised that he wasn’t enjoying looking upon these marks. He wasn’t treating you with the pride that typically came after you had taken a punishment. There was something troubling him, it was brewing beneath the surface and keeping him from relaxing, there was no chance of him getting turned on - the punishing hadn’t served as part of the foreplay. Instead, it had derailed your whole night and you were watching all of your expectations crumble.

“I’m gonna ask again and I’d love it if you could not deflect…” You said and he looked up. “Are you okay?”

“I…” He emptied the cup over your reddened cheeks again, then sat back. “I didn’t realise I was hitting you that hard.”

“It’s okay, neither did I. That’s why I wasn’t saying the safe word.” You said simply.

He nodded but he wasn’t meeting your eye as he sat out of the shower, seemingly lost in his own train of thought. “I’ve never- that was my first time caning…”

Under different circumstances, you would have smiled, your stomach would be filled with warm butterflies - you knew it. Finally, you had claimed one of his firsts, it should have been cause for delight, for pride. But that was so far removed from this moment.

You needed to find another way to connect with him in the aftermath of this significant occurrence. You turned the shower off, beginning your efforts to end this separation between the two of you.

“I should’ve done more research, I really didn’t think I was gonna cut your skin open. And that’s not what I was trying to do, I promise.” He said, standing up to grab a towel for you. “I was trying to hit in different places.” He wrapped the towel around your shoulders. “And when the first cut happened, I straight away made myself go easier. But then another cut happened and I just- I really wasn’t ready to see you bleeding.”

His hands went to your hair, gently pushing it away from your face while you settled your own hands upon his chest, seeking the comfort of his body heat. “Sixteen was definitely overkill. Probably eight would have been too many, but I just didn’t want to waste your time with anything half-ass-... um, bad choice of words.”

“You could never waste my time.” You said. “Well, maybe when you start banging on about Lord of the Rings…”

His jaw dropped in a look of exaggerated shock. “You asked me to pick the movie that night, I was trying to prepare you for what you were getting into. You needed to know that the first isn’t the best, but it-”

You silenced him by grabbing him and kissing his lips. “I’m teasing you.” His eyes narrowed in mock-betrayal. “I’m just teasing.” You kissed him a couple more times as you linked your arms around his middle. “Just teasing and having fun, which is what this whole dynamic is supposed to be about, right? It’s all about play. Unless I’m mistaken…”

“You’re right, you’re right.”

“It’s not really fun for me, if you aren’t having any fun. So maybe the rule of the safe word should reach to include you as well. I mean, that way we can shift away from things as soon as you start enjoying them less. I dunno, it’s just a thought that I had…”

“It’s a great idea.” He said, giving you a quick kiss on the mouth. “Okay, we covered me, but how are you feeling? Can I get you anything?”

“Could you make me a cup of tea, please?”

He physically deflated, shoulders slumping. “Can I say pumpkin right now, to get out of that?”

He didn’t follow through on this threat, soon leaving you to your own devices to find some clean clothes. You were relieved to step into a pair of dry panties and, to cover your torso, you grabbed one of his T-shirts. By the time he returned to the bedroom, a cup of tea in each hand, you had found a comfortable position to lie in - avoiding putting any pressure on the tender spot.

“How do you feel?” He asked, climbing into the bed next to you. 

You smiled as you accepted the mug from him. “Better now.”

He set aside his own tea for the moment, instead placing all of his attention on you. His eyes looked over your face carefully as he gave your hair a soothing pat. “I probably shouldn’t offer to kiss it better- saliva on a new cut, it doesn’t seem to be the most hygienic idea, huh?”

Before taking even one sip of your beverage, you freed up both of your hands by placing the mug on the bedside table. You put one hand to the back of his neck as you sat up a little. “How ‘bout you just kiss me better?”

He smiled as he leaned in closer, allowing you to kiss him. You put your arms around him, drawing him in for a deeper kiss. You could no longer smell the sweet, steaming tea as you gave into this thorough rhythm. You rolled your bottom lip between both of his and his hands went to your back, clearly trying to avoid touching upon your injured ass.

But you were less interested in being so cautious, you just wanted to indulge in his body. You weren’t feeling enough of his embrace yet. You arched your back, lifting one of your legs to place it over his lap.

Your chest was pressed flush to his as he wrapped his arms around you. You were thrilled to be so close and allowed to feel how his body reacted to yours. You broke the kiss, finding that his eyes didn’t immediately open, which allowed you a moment to survey his face - with his eyes shut, he didn’t know that you were watching. It wasn’t about wearing the expression he thought you would want to see, instead you could see the genuine change across his features.

You no longer saw someone filled with a disproportionate amount of concern, and possibly guilt. Now you were just looking at your boyfriend and it was a relief to see him relaxed.

“I love you.”

A smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “I love you too. Do you still need some kisses to make you better?”

You pecked him quickly on the lips, pulling away to evade any attempts at deepening this kiss. “Some?” Before his eyes could fully open, you moved in to hit him with the surprise attack of a pair of chaste kisses. “Oh, babe…” You put your hands to either side of his face, quickly applying a few more kisses to his lips. “I need so much more than just some…” You felt him squirm under you as you peppered his mouth with increasingly enthusiastic kisses. “I need lots and lots and lots…” With every teasing kiss that you left on his lips, you were experiencing more difficulty in pulling back - gradually, you were losing interest in holding back. “Lots of kisses from my daddy.”

“That sounds like a lot.” He said, licking his lips as he went on smiling. “But I think that’s something I can organise for you.” This time, it was him initiating the next kiss. But he was withdrawing before you could fully sink in - because, in typical Damiano fashion, he still had more that he wanted to say. “How about you lay back and get comfortable and I’ll see what I can do for my good kitty?”

You moved out of his embrace, shifting to lie down in your earlier position, on your side of the bed. “Now, when you say get comfortable, did you really mean to say get naked or…” You got your answer before your sentence needed to be completed.

He had secured the bottom of his sweater in his hands, lifting it up and you quickly made to copy this. You were ditching your shirt off of the side of the bed while he got up to shed his jeans. In the process of losing all of his layers of clothing, he had grabbed a condom before joining you on the bed. He laid down in front of you, kicking the covers out of his way.

Facing one another, it was you who initiated the next kiss, because you simply couldn’t wait any longer. You had been holding back for too long, you needed to reconnect with him.

He slid his arms around you and you let your lips part, sinking fully into the heat of him. Skin pressed to bare skin and you were soon tasting him. There was nothing between the two of you - this was how you had wanted to be all day.

Neither of you had to speak, your limbs moving in something like muscle memory. He knew that a combination of his tongue massaging at the roof of your mouth, while his fingers kneaded at the small of your back, was enough to make you melt. You knew that to lift your leg and drape it over his hip, this would allow you to press your pelvis into his, which would bring about a reaction quite opposite to melting.

You propped your knee up on his hip, with him placing a hand over this, straight away aiming to keep you here. Your thighs parted, you could feel your wet heat spreading, eager to coat him and have him inside. Rocking your hips forward a little, you felt his length and how hard he was.

You leaned away from his lips, running your hand across his cheek as you did so. Your eyes fluttered open, your heart swelling with giddy glee when you found he was already looking at you. You bit into your lip, nuzzling your nose against his. “I love you.”

“Just hearing that, it reminded me of something I’ve gotta tell you. But it’s a secret, so you gotta come closer.” He said and it seemed like he was suggesting the impossible, at first. But you readjusted how you were holding your arms and succeeded in snuggling up closer, even more of your skin pressed to his. The two of you were becoming a true tangle of limbs.

He lifted his head from the pillow, his lips coming to your cheek. The smile that you wore, grew as he left a line of kisses across your skin, until he had reached your ear. Here, he whispered to you four words - which caused an immediate reaction, filling your stomach with butterflies, as if you had never heard him say it before, as if you hadn’t been expecting to hear it. “I love you too.

“What do you say- can you forgive me for being so mean to that perfect tushy of yours?”

“I can’t say with complete certainty yet.” You said in a falsely pensive tone. “You should probably ask me later, ‘cause right now, I’m still owed a lot more kisses.”

He pulled back, looking into your eyes and it felt like he was holding your leg firmer. “I was thinking you would get more than kisses…” Your smile broadened again as his hips grinded against yours and instinctively, you tilted your pelvis. “A lot more.” HIs hands had slid down your back, now guiding you lower and closer, until you could feel the stiffness of his cock pressed against your labia majora. “If you would like, my little kitty.”

“Yes.” With your throat clenching, it was difficult to get your voice above a whisper. Your anticipation was threatening to overflow and you weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to concentrate on your fingers that were playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Yes, please.”

You followed the guidance of his hands, until your entrance was lined up with the crown of his dick. Smoothly, he raised his hips, pressing against you, then pressing into you. As he slowly became buried inside of you, your fingers curled up into a fist around his hair. “Oh yes.” You arched your back, bringing him in deeper between your quivering walls. “Fuck yes, Daddy.”

He wasn’t rushing to get in all the way to the base of his shaft, instead it was a slow penetration, with him letting you feel him inch-by-inch. You were beginning to feel like you were floating, already flying high on all of the tingles radiating through your body. 

All of the strength left in your body was dedicated to clinging to him, you needed him to anchor you through this flurry of big emotions. You wrapped your leg so tightly around his waist, his hips edging closer to yours. As you were filled even more, both of your hands sought to hold him in a tight grip that saw your nails digging into his skin a bit.

Your head slumped back as the tension built to a new height inside of you. You were so desperate that you were practically aching and this led you to immediately pushing back against the first few rocks from his hips. He moaned and began to cover your throat in kisses.

Between the two of you, a slow and sensuous pace was set into. Long strokes allowed you to determine where your most sensitive areas were lying, waiting to be discovered. He followed each shift as you made it, his need for control sacrificed in order to stay between your clenching walls.

You gasped aloud, filled with such intense excitement when you felt his shaft against your sweet spot. You had found the ideal angle, feeling your toes curl as you drove yourself down again-and-again. All of your focus moved to this area and the incredible stimulations that his body was awakening.

In comparison, what you had been building to with your vibrator was just a whisper. Now you were standing in a storm of powerful elements - ready to fall victim to all of it.

This angle provided an improvement for him as well and you could feel him making use of the extra mobility now allowed to him. The way that he was plunging into you was quickening. He had swung out of aftercare mode, his focus placed purely upon pleasure. You looked down and at once you could see the fiery passion burning in his eyes. Seeing this made you want to go limp and your cunt spasmed with the all-consuming need you could now feel.

Every reaction played out across his face and you wanted to see all of it - you wanted to view the exact moment when he got lost in the climax. You put your hand into his hair, holding his head back so that you didn't miss a single second of this. You were obsessed to see every affect your body was having on him.

“Are you my kitten?” He asked through laboured breaths.

“Yuh-yes, yes I am.”

His hand went to your cheek, holding your face at this current position, where your eyes could meet. “My perfect kitten- the most beautiful- most gorgeous woman. And I love to…” His eyelids fluttered as a new look of effort took over his features. His breathing got to be so shallow that you weren’t sure if he would be able to carry on speaking.

But of course, he did. “This perfect pussy, I love fucking this absolutely perfect pussy. So, so, so tight, that I- ah.” Breaking the rhythm, his hips jerked into yours with such force that you were almost sent sprawling onto your back, almost thrown entirely off balance. But in the next moment, you were determinedly working into him, pushing him closer to that edge. “God, you just make me come every fucking time.” He laughed briefly, sounding like he was in a state of disbelief.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ ruin me with this incredible pussy. Is- oh, is that what you want?”

You gripped at his hair as you did your best to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts. “Yes.”

There wasn’t any opportunity for you to sync your climax to his because his release came upon him quicker than you could prepare for. His eyes squeezed shut as he moved into a reckless and ruthless rhythm. You watched in amazement, your own pleasure swelling and creating an uncontrollable shake through your leg.

He cried out in response to his orgasm, drawing out the last of these sensations with a handful of stilted, yet powerful spasms into you. Then he was still and silent, aside from the audible struggle to catch his breath. Your body reeled, trembling all over as you tried to digest what you had just seen.

Twitches rattled through you at the feeling of him still throbbing inside of you. You were soon flinching, unable to keep yourself from grinding into him. The need was still so present inside of you and the rhythm was waiting to be tapped into again.

“My babygirl wants more?” He looked up at you, smiling knowingly.

“More.” You croaked, slowly thrusting to drag him across your sweet spot again. “Please, more Daddy.”

He let you take the lead, to work more out of this angle. You hadn’t gotten all that you could from this - you were confident that there was more pleasure for you to taste.

Your muscles clenched and spasmed, as you surrendered over even more of your control. You were becoming a thoughtless, shivering mess. But you didn’t need to think or plan - your body was set into the impulses, your movements coming from the pull of your instincts.

Everything else was guided by him, his arms holding your jittery body steady. He knew what you needed, he knew how to be there for you until you were convulsing, your mouth hanging agape.

You were getting lost in all of the intensity, shutting your eyes didn’t help you anchor yourself. In the darkness behind your eyelids, you could see little balls of electricity, hung up like a constellation of stars. With each movement from him, you saw the bright sparks pulsating and they were shedding glitter. This glitter manifested itself as tingles all over you, your sensitivities stretching far and wide.

You were overwhelmed in a way that the fantasy had been lacking. He was touching upon all of your senses as you became weaker. You were watching the imaginary stars burst, dissolving away and you were dissolving as well.

Your hand in his hair became a tight fist as all of the muscles in your body clenched, your limbs getting a new rigidity and you were floored, falling into a state of bliss. He followed you into this motionless lull, resting his face into your neck and just holding you. You heard him whispering praises as you tried to come back to reality.

The aftershocks rattled through your nervous system, stealing your breath. Each time, they pulled you away from regaining your composure. You flinched and writhed against him as random peaks struck, drawing hisses from him.

Your cunt felt swollen as you finally gained enough strength to pull away. You felt a tenderness in your limbs as you detangled your body from his. You slumped onto your side, a sweaty and breathless mess. You could hardly open your eyes, but you smiled when you felt his fingers on your brow, gently pushing your hair off of your face.

“How do you feel? I- oh shit, we had tea. I totally forgot. Should I reheat them?”

This was the incentive that you needed to open your eyes - looking to locate what you wanted to grab. Your hands latched onto his forearm. “No, nope. I don’t want tea anymore, I want cuddles.”

“Great. Actually, that’s perfect because that means I don’t have to get up.” He said, wrapping his arms around you again. You rested your head on his chest, the soothing way that he ran his fingers all over your back had you feeling ready to fall asleep. “If cuddles are what my baby wants…” He patted down across your lower back. “Then cuddles-”

You had held your breath when you felt his hand getting a bit too close to your ass. You flinched when contact was mistakenly made. But it was him who winced and made the immediate move to take his hand away from the area.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, oh fuck.” The atmosphere in the room had drastically changed as the inflamed area began to sting with fresh irritation. “Did I- shit, I hurt you again, didn’t I?”

“It’s fine, it’s absolutely fine. It’s just like- well, it kinda feels like you woke it up. But it really doesn’t feel that bad. I’m sure it’s not even bleeding anymore.” You said, finding that it didn’t hurt enough to dominate all of your thoughts.

“Could I have a look and check on it?”

You pulled away from him slightly. “Not if you’re gonna freak out about it.”

But you didn’t have any blankets to hide under and he was already sitting up, turned towards you. “Please, baby.”

You clenched your jaw and dropped your eyes, unable to bear seeing the look of guilt on his face. You rolled over onto your stomach, feeling the heat across your wounded butt, even though he wasn’t touching you there.

“It isn’t bleeding, you’re right. But- fuck.” He said. “I really don’t like the thought that I’ve done lasting damage to you. I wish I could take it back, it-”

You rolled off of your tummy and bent your left leg, presenting your knee to him. “You see this? I slipped and fell, ‘cause my clumsy-ass thought it would be a good idea to go rock climbing.” You traced the pale line off of your kneecap, across your shin.

You extended your arm out and pointed to a thick, pink stripe that marked just above the crease of your inner-elbow. “You see that? That’s why my drunk-ass should be given access to UberEats, not an oven. We got home from a very long night at the club and I got it in my head that that was the perfect time for some tater tots.

“Everything was going fine until it was time for them to come out of the oven. I don’t really remember exactly how it happened, like I said, long night. And being the drunk mess I was, I misjudged the correct way to hold the baking tray and I let it hit against my skin, right here.”

“So we’ll just keep it that I’m the one who does all the cooking. You know that I don’t mind.” He said.

You returned his attention to your legs, this time the right, pointing to a long-since healed scar on your thigh. “Do you see this? At my first job, working in a hardware shop, unpacking and cutting up boxes- a safety knife turned out to not be so safe. I learnt the hard and bloody way that you don’t cut towards yourself- cut away from yourself, always cut away.”

“Right, I get it. If this does turn into a scar, it won’t be your first.” He said, nodding.

“Yeah, but…” You put your hand over where his was resting upon his knee. “All of those injuries were way worse, I cried over all of them. Including the one at work, so I’m crying in front of my co-workers, so add embarrassment to the pain, okay?

“I am not breakable, you don’t need to wrap me up in cotton, okay?” You said and he moved his hand until he could lace his fingers through yours. “I love you and that doesn’t change. The only thing that’s changed is now you know that your limits are just as significant as mine.”

“Would you have said the word if you knew you had started to bleed?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” You said genuinely. “I really don’t. But it’s happened, it’s over. Now, can you please lay down so we can cuddle all of that guilt out of you.”

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A sudden musical flourish - a harp and the gentle clashing of chimes, got your attention, ensuring you wouldn't be falling back into deep sleep any time soon. You opened your eyes fully, seeing how much of the morning light was now filling the hotel room. You squirmed around in the crisp sheets, moving towards the heat source alongside you.

"Cazzo, sorry, sorry. I didn't- shit…" Damiano was whispering as the music abruptly halted. "I didn't realise that filter made noise…"

Your boyfriend was holding his phone up as he faced the sun. You moved closer, your voice groggy. "Filter? What are you-... oh, you're doing your Vic impression again, aren't you?"

He laughed, turning to look at you. "Yeah, kinda. I'm getting really good at it."

You hid a yawn behind your hand. "I'm sure you are."

Victoria's comfort in taking, then sharing photos of herself, from first thing in the morning never failed to amaze you. You were self-conscious of messy hair and smeared makeup upon waking up. But your friend was consistent enough to have something that all of you claimed could be trademarked. Damiano was so familiar with the angles that she used that he could copy these, getting a kick out of how close he could match her.

"I just should have stopped before I got carried away with the filters… sorry."

"Hey, I know that I haven't done one in ages, but formally, do you want me to keep going with those daily panty pics? You kinda don't need them anymore, like you can just see what colour they are for yourself, now that we're living together…"

"I actually hadn't thought about that. I guess you're right."

"I can still send them when you're away for work, if you want."

He had rolled over to face you, propping his head up on one hand. "Sure. But maybe the rule should be, anytime you think I might wanna see your underwear- I definitely do, so just send me the snap."

You nodded with a little laugh. "Okay, I will remember that new rule."

"You know, I have completely forgotten what pair you're wearing…"

You scoffed and started to lift the blankets. "So, just look for yourself…"

"Hang on, hang on. Take a picture, give me the snaps I've been missing."

You rolled your eyes, but picked your phone up. You unlocked the screen and opened Snapchat, very aware of him watching you. You switched the camera away from the front-facing option and lifted up the top of the blankets. Looking at the view with the camera, seeing the purple lacy panties you had worn to bed.

Before you could take the photo, the frame was being invaded by his hand. You laughed as he cupped your crotch, over the thin material of your underwear.

"Well now you can hardly even see my panties…"

"Oh, right." He said. "That's my bad, let me fix that for you." He lifted his hand, maneuvering so that he could slide his hand into your panties. "Is that better?"

You looked over to him, seeing the mischievous smile that was beginning to form on his face. "Daddy…"

"What?" He asked, pretending at being oblivious while his fingers determinedly started to stroke along your labia. "Is there something wrong? Why don't you take the photo?"

"Um…" Your thumb hovered over the button as you felt him reaching lower. "You want me to take a photo of you fingering me?"

"I'm touching you with my fingers, yes. But technically, this isn't fingering. If I were to penetrate you, then I believe that could be classed as fingering you."

"Right, it's good to know the specifics of tha-a oh…" Your mouth fell slack, the speed with which he moved his fingertip down to your entrance stunned you. You shivered, your legs twitching. "Fuck."

"Does that feel good?"

Your eyes were fluttering shut as he wet his finger at your cunt, swirling it at this most-sensitive area. "Yes."

"But I'm not even fingering you yet. It would probably be more fun if I did finger you, don't you think?"

"Yes."

You didn't have to pause to give this a second thought. And you were soon loudly moaning, delighted as this proved to be the correct decision.

He pushed a single finger up inside of you, your arousal making it effortless for him to bury his finger into your pussy. Your walls excitedly spasmed and you were squirming even more, all of your body tuned into his minute movements.

You rolled your body into his, whimpering when he curled his finger. “Oh, fuck Daddy.”

His lips met yours, the heat instantly growing as you followed him into a deep kiss, your lips parting. You could feel yourself becoming consumed by him and all of this lust, with his arm wrapping around you to keep your body pressed to him. You pushed your hands up into his hair, grabbing at the brown strands.

You felt a second finger stretching your entrance. As the penetration began here, he coordinated sliding his tongue into your mouth. A perfect combination that filled your body with a giddy rush of what was to come.

All of your moans were delivered directly into his mouth as he started to move his fingers. He pushed deep into you, then pulled back a little, letting your sensitive walls yearn for his strokes during those in-between moments. Then he would reach in, it felt like he was going as deep as possible, your pussy stretching so that you could savour it all.

“You feel so good.” He murmured against your lips. The beginnings of stubble on his face tickled you as he tilted his head, repositioning so that he could whisper into your ear. “I’m gonna make you come…”

A wordless sob came from you as you nodded your head. You couldn’t think of anything to say, not while you were getting overwhelmed by these quickly increasing sensations.

You had started to roll your hips, getting into the rhythm that he was using to get you up to that edge. Each pump of his fingers was completed with a curl, allowing him to press into your g-spot, before he retracted to start all over again.

His lips moved over your throat, firm and precise as his hand remained steady on the small of your back. It was a demonstration of calm control that went against everything you were experiencing at the moment. You were falling victim to the excitement, whimpering as you were unable to stop the quivering of your whole body.

Your movements only got more erratic, your pitiful lack of control only getting worse when his thumb landed on your clit. Your hips jolted and you sought to press yourself into him harder than before, forgetting about the wonderful rhythm he had been guiding you into.

It was like a warning shot from a gun - able to communicate to you that he had you in his sights and he was aiming to ruin you. You didn’t doubt that he could do it, that he could use that single hand to make you come so hard that tears fell from your eyes.

Your panties remaining on posed some restrictions to his movements, but he made use of the limited space that he did have - working you over before you could lament any moves that were left out. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t playing in patterns with your clitoral hood. It was exciting enough to just have the pressure here, it heightened what you were getting from his internal manipulations. You were so very aware of each flex of his fingers between your walls, to the point where you were enticed back into rocking your hips. It wasn’t very well coordinated, instead reflecting your frenzied chase to your climax.

“Are you gonna come, babygirl?” He asked over the sounds of your ragged breaths. “Are you gonna come and ruin these panties?”

Watching the stars bursting behind your eyes, you nodded. “Yes, yes, ye- ah, I’m gonna, God, yes, yes, yes.”

Despite the ferocious clenching of your walls, he found a way to move his fingers faster. There was no time to recover, the relentless stimulation was taking you over. Your cries got louder as you quickly snapped your hips up again-and-again.

“Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.” He teased. “Ruin these fuckin’ panties, ruin ‘em. Yes.”

“Yes.” You screamed out, overwhelmed with happiness as you felt the orgasm blossoming inside of you, making you complete. “God, yes…”

There were a couple of purposeful thrusts left in you, your body forcefully colliding with his. But then you began to shatter, the orgasm overtaking you and you crumpled like a paper doll. You collapsed against him, writhing as the aftershocks rattled you.

He gasped from the exertion. “Did you get the photo, or should we do all of that over again?”

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